MASON’S POV
Kade was going to kill me.
As I groaned, feeling the blinding pain of my arm being pulled out of my socket, I had one thought: What the f**k?
I’d sparred with Kade more times than I could remember. He always won.
But never like this. He always pulled his punches, his ‘killing blows’ were a mock. Sparring was an exercise, a way to blow off steam.
This wasn’t that.
Groaning, I pulled out my other hand from beneath me and tapped it against the floor. A sign that I was tapping out—surrendering.
Kade didn’t move, leaning his weight heavier on me. I bit back a scream as his knee dug into my spine.
I tapped against the floor again, more frantically. “Kade! I f*****g surrender!”
He leaned forward and growled in my ear. “I should tear out your arm and beat y
