Rick POV
“You’re such a f*****g asshole,” I growl, trying to break Axel’s hold around my throat as we spar during morning training.
“I already told you,” he huffs, flipping me over and twisting my arms behind my back while I’m distracted. “I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know she would do that. I didn't think she would agree.”
“You didn’t f*****g stop it either,” I sneered, jabbing my elbow into his side, making him grunt, but he didn’t loosen his hold.
“I had no f*****g reason to. She’s hot.” Axel states like it’s the common sense answer for not to turn down a girl just because she’s hot. Yes, she is hot, but he'd never cared about that before. Why does he care with her? Just to piss me off?
“You’re a f*****g asshole,” I growled.
“We established that, you little cunt,” he snaps, pullin
