Sergio sucked his teeth, in annoyed. He dropped his hand that held her chin, bringing it back to his side. Except he made no motion to move away from their close proximity. It seemed like Hannah's favorite thing to do was let him know he wasn't as scary as he was said to be. Back then he'd spend hours being pissed off because people were so afraid of him. Acting as if he was going to snap and lose his shit on them. Which was never the case. He probably had border line anger issues, but he wouldn't harm innocence people.

After he had accepted it and it no longer pissed him off, he found something different to get annoyed by. That being people who didn't believe he was the monster he was said out to be. Which it wasn't like there were many. Only a few girls had that kind of mind set, except they thought they could change him. That pissed him off and only pushed the idea of dating further away. The other percent of those people were brave in the beginning until Sergio proved them wrong, they changed their mind real quick. And then there was the 1 percent, Hannah. That constantly tested him, yet he hadn't done anything other than get annoyed at her. Maybe for once he'd give her what she wanted.

Sergio could feel his own heart race, as she pulled him into her. He gripped her jaw, angling it to the side. Leaning down, he kissed her jaw a few times. When they got like this, it almost seemed impossible to keep his hands off of her. He pulled away though, gazing down at her. A serious look playing on his features, like the playful Sergio from seconds before was erased. "You want me to prove it to you?" He questioned, a dark undertone to his words. He knew this would probably end badly. He couldn't tell what her reaction would be. If she would begin to actually fear him like everyone else, or not. Although, Hannah seemed to always put on a tough persona, he had feeling once she caught a glimpse of what he was truly capable of, she wouldn't look at him the same. She would just be another person to add to the list of people that hated and feared him. Weirdly enough, he didn't like the sound of that.

Sergio closed his eyes briefly, at the feel of her lips brush against his skin. He pulled away from her slightly and shook his head. "Not here." With that he glanced around, making sure no one was coming. He knew his words were vague and could mean many things. She would soon find out for herself though. If she was afraid before the whole thing even started, then she wouldn't last to watch him in action. Deep down he knew this was a bad idea. He wasn't even suppose to do this sort of thing, but oddly enough he wanted Hannah to see for herself. Not necessarily because he wanted her to be afraid of him, but in a way he wanted to show her a peak into his life. Something he's never done. Not even for his so called friends at school. She would be the first.

Pulling completely away from her, he made plenty of space between them. Cutting their interaction short. Not that he wanted to, but Hannah bringing the whole topic up put him in another mood. Not that he was angry to the point where he destroyed everything in his path, but just annoyed. He shoved his hands in his front jean pockets. A stern look on his sharp features, he nodded to her. "I'll pick you up tonight." With that he turned on his heel and began heading out of the school. He stopped in his tracks, looking over his shoulder to Hannah. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He clenched his jaw. Turning back he kept walking.

Before running into Hannah in the hallway, he received a text from his uncle. It had something to do with helping down at the family business. Not the mechanic shop this time. He'd been avoiding it. He preferred the mechanic shop over the bakery any day, but seeing as the business couldn't be run by a single person, he couldn't avoid it forever. He didn't actually plan on skipping for this reason, but seeing as it came up he would just do it without a fight.

He managed to get there pretty soon, seeing as he sped through the streets. Instead of parking in the back alleyway, he parallel parked in the street, in front of the shop. He didn't normally do that, since his car always looked out of place. It attracted the wrong kind of attention. What was an expensive car like that doing in the run down part of town? That was the running question that forced him to constantly hide his car when he was home. Stepping out he slung his bag over his shoulder once again, making his way towards the doors.

Pushing the doors open, the bell rang and he immediately was met with the aroma of freshly baked pastries. A scent he was very familiar with. Walking past the tables, he headed towards the back of the counter. He tossed his bag behind the counter, then walked over to the sink. Washing his hands, he stole one of his favorite pastries from the display case and began munching on it. He glanced out over the tables. Not a single customer was seated out there. Thats how it usually was, so it was a surprising sight.

Brushing his hands free of crumbs he went into the backroom, where the goods were made. He didn't see his grandmother anywhere. Assuming she was probably up stairs. The minute he entered the kitchen he was heating up in his long sleeve. That happened often, as the building didn't have controlled temperatures. Only a few old fans were on. Heading into the far back, out of view of the store front, he grabbed a spare shirt he'd left down here on purpose. Changing into the black tank, he snagged a white apron off the hooks and tied it on. He was quick to get to work. Only taking a moment to glance at the clipboard his grandmother used to keep track of the goods they were low on.

Sergio had been working at the family business his entire life. He knew all the recipes by heart. Quickly washing his hands one more time, he began his work. Just behind the counter, in the wall, there was a large window that looked into the kitchen. It was so customers could watch the bakers. From an outside view, this was certainly a strange sight. The infamous bad boy, covered in tattoos, wearing an apron, and carefully making delicate Italian pastries. It would probably be embarrassing for someone to see him like this, as it didn't fit their image of him. It was soft. He wasn't soft. However, he wasn't worried about anyone from his school seeing him like this. The family business was practically non existent to the rest of the world.

Sergio blankly watched the large industrial mixer, slowly churned together the ingredients. He flicked the setting, making it go at a slightly higher rate of speed. He kept a hand on the top of the machine, as he waited patiently for it to reach the right consistency. Hearing the bell on front door chime, he glanced over and out the window. Spotting an elderly couple shuffle their way inside. Bright smiles on their faces. They eyed the goodies that awaited them within the glass display cases. His grandmother asking the usual questions and offering them a few things.

His gaze flickered back to the machine. He was glad his grandmother was too occupied by customers, to be able to pay attention to him. She'd probably scold him for not using his time wisely. He could easily be working on something else, but instead here he was starring into a mixing bowl. He was growing bored, but didn't bother taking a break from all the baking. They only had a few more hours until they closed.

His mind went back to Hannah and the whole ordeal he got himself into with her. He had to show her a glimpse of his life. That was a scary thought. He didn't do that. Ever. As long as he took her and tried it, then thats all that mattered. It wasn't like they labeled each other as friends, or anything in fact. So in the case where she did become frighten, nothing would come back to him.

Sergio probably didn't even need to send Hannah a text that he was here. His loud car would announce his arrival anywhere he went. He put the car into park as he quickly sent her a text. Oddly enough something felt off. It might just have been the fact that he was taking her to the place he spent most his time. There was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind, that this was a bad idea. Only he kept telling himself it would be fine if he just took a few extra precautions. No doubt the Ring was a dangerous place, even for the people who came to watch. This time around he would have to watch his back and Hannah's.

He knew Hannah was tough and could stand her ground, but to what extent he had yet to know. For all he knew she could crumble when it came to the people he was about to surround them with. The majority were fresh out of prison, having committed unspeakable crimes and that was coming from Sergio. They were unpredictable. Yes, the majority loved him, but one never knew when they would get tired of him. Even if he was winning match after match. Plus, they could team up on him like a pack of wild dogs. Sergio was a good fighter, but he could only take on so many.

Sergio's leg bounced up and down. A clear sign of him being anxious. He knew he was the one that brought it to this point, but that didn't mean he wanted it to end in Hannah being afraid of him. Weirdly enough, he enjoyed Hannah's company. Probably the first female he'd kept in contact for this long. That excludes Zoey of course. His gaze flickered between his phone and the front door. He'd have to go over a few things with Hannah on the drive there. It was for her own protection.