Page 46 of Four Fiances & I

“You?”

“Nothing a strong drink won’t fix,” I reply, forcing a smile. Jason watches me momentarily before nodding again and walking over to the cabinet where we always keep a fully loaded first-aid kit.

I turn back to Sean and signal for him to sit on the sofa. Maximus heads over and places three glasses on the coffee table beside the seat before helping Sean out of his shirt. I hadn’t realised it was ripped until Maximus held it up.

“Were you stabbed?” I ask as Maximus lifts Sean's arm and checks out a wound.

“It’s only a scratch; you got lucky,” Maximus says, lowering his arm back down.

“I was lucky Mykela was there to knock the guy over before he could do some real damage,” Sean sighs. It seems there’s another personal guard who I need to thank. I work in silence as I go through the box Jason brings over and set up everything I need to clean the wound.

“Want to tell me what happened?” I ask, wetting some gauze. Sean sighs as he takes a sip of the drink Maximus hands over.

“I have no idea. One minute, I’m laughing with a few friends; the next, Flint's son is standing in front of me, shouting that I killed his dad. I haven’t seen him in years it took me a second to realise who he was.” Sean hisses as I dab the wound. I apologise under my breath but don’t stop, knowing it will only make the pain worse.

“I want to know how he got in,” Jason asks behind me.

“I will find out,” Terry answers from the desk. Looking over at my oldest friend, I can see how much he is struggling.

“If Sean needs stitches, I want you to do them,” I whisper to Jason, nodding to Terry. He looks at the guy and nods, knowing I want to take care of him myself.

“So there was no warning; he just jumped you?” Jason asks Sean, who nods.

“Logan noticed before I did. We were at the bar. I was already heading to Sean when I saw the first punch being thrown,” I explain. “All hell broke out from there.”

“Do we even know how many there were?” Maximus asks. “As well as why they chose tonight? How did they even know about it? We have kept it quiet for a reason.”

I shrug, not knowing how to answer. We have hundreds if not thousands of contacts in both lines of work, but we agreed to keep anything wedding-related under lock and key. The only people invited to anything, such as the wedding or parties, are people we have known for years and trust to keep their mouths shut if they see anything they shouldn’t. That doesn’t mean I won't have to put a warning out tonight. That's why I have asked everyone to be put in the arena; I have no intention of repeating myself.

“I will get to the bottom of it. As for how they got in, I have no idea. They must have had inside help because security was tight, and I trust our guys as well as Calvin’s,” Jason says behind me, sighing. I nod in agreement.

“Did everyone put all the names of those invited on the list?” I ask, sitting back on my heels and checking Sean’s wound. Thankfully, it doesn’t need stitches; butterfly strips should do. I hear all my brothers confirm before getting up from the floor.

“Strips are all he will need. Can you sort that?” I ask Jason, who nods and takes my place. I mutter a thanks before grabbing the kit and heading over to Terry.

I look at him, almost asleep in my chair, and for a moment, I consider calling an ambulance.

“I swear to God, O’Reilly, if you make a fuss, I will kick your ass.” He doesn’t even bother to open his eyes as he scolds me.

“Please, you struggle to take me on a good day. You have no fucking chance right now,” I smirk. “Let’s get you out of that jacket.” From the effort it takes, I know there is no denying Terry needs X-rays. He has at least fractured his collarbone and ribs. I don’t think there is a part of him that isn’t injured.

“I thought you were meant to be good at your job?” I mock, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

“I’m fucking brilliant at my job. You’re not injured or dead, are you? I’m meant to protect you, not myself.”

“Good point,” I laugh as Terry smiles, and the split on his lip bleeds again. “You know you will need to go in, though, don’t you.” Terry rolls his eyes and instantly flinches. I don’t think there is an area of his face that isn’t bruised.

“I’m fine; it's all superficial,” he tries to argue, but I know one way to ensure he stops.

“Do I need to call Jasmine?” Terry freezes and stares at me for a second before looking defeated. “I thought as much,” I laugh. I love how threatening him with Jasmine makes him listen each time.

“You know the staff are more scared of her than you, right?” he chuckles before regretting it. I laugh out loud, nodding.

“Don’t tell her, but so am I. That woman is a force to be reckoned with, and I couldn’t be prouder.”

“I will second that,” Maximus calls.

“Third,” Sean adds.

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