Page 48 of Four Fiances & I

“Is everyone really that scared of our fiancée?” Christian asks, smiling.

“Hell yeah! She scares the hell out of everyone who works for you!” Calvin laughs, winking at me.

“That’s my Shorty,” Maximus says proudly before glancing at the door to the entrance of the arena as we approach it. “You guys ready for this?” he asks, looking at the three of us. We all share a look and nod, taking our positions outside of the double doors. Christian and I are at the front, with the twins behind us. The way it's always been. Christian and I share a look and nod at each other once, signalling we are ready. In unison, we face the doors again and throw them open before storming into the arena, the four of us as a team.

The whole arena descends into silence. Other than the sound of our shoes clicking as we walk over the hard-tiled floor, you could hear a pin drop.

None of us say anything or look anywhere other than the ring. In the centre, there are ten people, as Layton said. Their hands are still tied behind their backs, kneeling on the hard, cold ring floor. Five armed guards stand behind them, as well as one in each corner of the ring. No one had a chance of escaping.

We approach the ring, and I hold the ropes open for Christian to enter, followed by the twins. As soon as we are in position, Christian looks at each of the arseholes in front of us before facing the crowd outside of the ring.

“We wish to apologise for how the evening turned out. As you can imagine, it was not how we planned tonight ending.” He turns his attention to the guys in front of us. “We will be dealing with each of you in a moment,” Christian warns before returning to our friends.

“You will, or your pal McIntire?”

I turn to see a blonde guy who must be in his forties looking at Christian with a smirk on his face.

“I don’t need anyone to fight my battles, I assure you.” He turns back to the crowd around us. “I want to reassure everyone that there are not going to be any repercussions for those who are victims of tonight's attack. I would appreciate any information you may have, whether you recognise any of the people up here or heard anything during the attack. If you could inform a member of our security on the way out, I would appreciate it.” Christian continues to stand tall, and you can see the power radiating from him. This is the man Tommy moulded him into—a force to be reckoned with and one who will kill in a heartbeat.

“As I’m sure I don’t need to remind you all, but I will, to ensure there are no mishaps, please do not repeat anything that happened here tonight. I’m sure you all respect the level of discretion needed after such an incident.” Christian turns to face the security when the bastard who mouthed off a second ago laughs.

“Something funny, arsewipe?” Maximus demands, stepping forward.

“Yeah, your joke of a family. So much for the big scary O’Reillys; you are nothing but wannabes like your father was. I bet he’s real proud.”

Before I have the chance to grab him, Maximus punches the bastard so hard that he falls to the side, knocking into the guy beside him. Sean and I both grab Maximus to stop him from beating a tied-up man.

As we pull him away from the arsehole, Christian approaches.

“Untie him,” Christian demands in a calm voice that causes every warning bell in my head to ring.

“Keep it together. Can you do that?” I warn Maximus before letting him go. He looks to the guy now standing smugly before Christian whilst rubbing his wrists, red from the cable ties. Christian is staring at him; every single muscle in his face and body is primed and ready.

“Who are you?” Christian asks.

“The guy who’s going to knock you off the pedestal, your daddy dearest, put you on.” The guy looks Christian up and down, still grinning. “You might have had it a few years back, but let’s face it. If you can’t even pleasure that pretty little thing on your own and need your brothers’ help, you are probably as washed up as you look these days.”

I feel Maximus and Sean both react to the guy mentioning Jasmine behind me but put out both arms to stop them from charging forward. From the look on Christian's face, I can see that he plans to make an example of this guy.

“How does it feel, knowing that your girl has to go from you to your brothers just to get off?”

Christian smirks.

“I remember you. Your ex-wife is Maya Robinson. Why don’t you ask her if I need any help in the bedroom department? She covered my sheets in blood when I took her virginity ten years ago and loved it so much she kept coming back for more. The last time, she begged me to remind her how a real man fucks, saying she was finally leaving you. When was that five years ago?”

“She left me four years ago,” he growls back. Christian looks shocked.

“Well, it looks like one of us has their dates wrong because I’ve been loyal to my fiancée for four years, and I met her a year after I spent a full weekend in Maya's bed, making her scream over and over again. Oh wait, she said you were in Spain on a stag do?”

The guy roars as he launches himself at Christian, but he is prepared for it. In the blink of an eye, the guy is pinned to the ropes, Christian holding him in a sleeper hold.

“If I was my father's puppet, it was because I’m fucking good at what I do. I can make you wish you had never been born. Or I can make sure your body is never found.” He releases the prick, who turns to face Christian with a look of murder.

“You better kill me because otherwise, I’m going to enjoy knocking all four of you out, tying you up, then fucking your little slut in every hole whilst all you can do is watch helplessly as she screams.” He leans in closer as he grins. “You might have made my whore of an ex-wife bleed, but I bet it was nothing like the way your slut bled on Hudson’s hand. I was there that night, and her screams of pain as he taught her a lesson was so sweet. I’ve always loved the way she cries out with pain. I still think about it when I jack off at night.”

This time, there is no holding back the twins. They roar as they charge towards Christian and the guy, but by the time they get there, Christian has released his inner beast, and the arsehole doesn’t stand a chance. I watch as he swings punch after punch. Nothing is holding him back as he destroys the prick. For all the talk of what he wanted to do to us, he’s not getting a chance to fight back.

With every punch Christian lands, the sound of bone and cartilage being destroyed fills the air around us. The blood is spraying everywhere and covering the other attackers and even some of the guests. He won't know that because when Christian finally stops and steps back from the body lying in a growing pool of blood, I look at his face, and it's hard to believe he was once a man. He is unrecognisable. I can hear the guy choking on his own blood and know he will be dead in moments.

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