Bail him Out

[Massimo’s POV]

I begin to move, making my way toward the cocky bastard as he continues to watch me in boredom. He really did deserve to have his ass handed to him; maybe then he would realize that he wasn’t as invincible as he thought.

"Go on then," he announces, opening his arms. "Do your worst."

Stopping, I take him in, trying to figure out what he is playing at, but I find absolutely nothing on his face or in his eyes. All I see is a reflection of someone that I knew in the past, and that leaves me unnerved.

I recognized that look and that gleam; it was the same exact fucking thing I saw when I looked myself in the mirror day in and day out after my little fairy went missing.

"Lost your nerve?"

As he speaks, a slow smile of amusement begins to spread across his face, and before I even know what I’m doing, my hand is connecting with his jaw, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Quit playing the fucking martyr," I snap, lifting him from the ground. "Do you think if you continue this