Kai's POV
This fight… this fucking fight was infuriating the hell outta me. My guts were twisting, knotting up like some rabid animal clawing at my insides. What the actual hell was I watching? I leaned forward in my seat, eyes narrowed, trying to make sense of the madness in front of me.
I mean… wasn't this bastard supposed to hate her? Batista. That smug, brooding motherfucker. He was supposed to despise Rain, just like I did. Just like everybody else should. So why… why the hell was he standing there, letting her beat the ever-loving shit outta him?
Even after I threatened him. Even after I made it crystal fucking clear that if he didn't put her down, I'd start picking off his precious friends. Still, he stood there like a fool.
Something wasn't adding up. Nope. No way.
There was definitely something going on between those two.
