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“Fourth!” Jason laughs as he continues to tidy up Sean's wound.

“She is going to be so mad when she sees the state of us all,” Maximus points out. I shake my head and point to the wardrobe. We keep one in every location we own to ensure we can change if we need to. Each contains at least one suit for each of us.

“She won’t know. We can shower and get changed before heading home.” I look at Sean and nod at his face. “We will say a small fight broke out, but that’s expected at these kinds of events.” The others look at each other before Jason answers.

“Don’t you think we should tell her something more than that? She deserves to know the truth.”

“No,” I interrupt. “That’s all she needs to know. I don’t want her worrying that this was more than it was. We will deal with those who were here tonight and make sure the world is reminded why they shouldn’t fuck with us.” I turn my attention back to cleaning Terry.

“Christian, I know you mean well, and fuck, I want to keep her as much in the dark as possible too, but she is about to become our wife and deserves to know everything about us. The good, the bad and the downright ugly,” Sean points out. I turn and look at my brothers, who are all watching me.

“And she will, just not yet. She is dealing with so much already. It’s only been five days since she had a full breakdown after therapy, and the last thing she needs is us bringing this shit home. Let’s get through the wedding and ensure she is stronger. I don’t want shit like this taking away what a magical time this should be for her.” I look at each of them and see deep down that they know I’m right. “She has never had what we are trying to give her with this wedding. I want it to be perfect for her, and I will do whatever it takes for that to happen.” I watch them momentarily, waiting for them to continue questioning me, but they don’t. “Thank you.”

Turning my attention back to the job at hand, I clean Terry up whilst making a plan with the others on how we are going to deal with people waiting for us in the arena.

ChapterSeventeen

JASON

I walk down to the arena with my brothers. All of us are in clean suits and looking as deadly as ever. Each furious that someone decided to attack us at our own stag party. I can guarantee more than one of those fuckers downstairs will leave in a bag tonight.

Layton is standing outside the staff entrance door as we exit. Now all the lights are up in the bar, we can see the extent of the destruction left from the fight. There are broken chairs, tables, pools of blood and broken glass. On the bar is a collection of weapons ranging from handguns to various knives and even a couple of bats. These guys came with the intention of causing as much damage as possible and nearly succeeded.

“How many were injured?” Christian asks Layton as he falls into step beside us.

“Twelve guests injured, eighteen of the intruders as well as two dead. I think the most serious injured on our side was Terry.” Layton glances behind us, looking for his mentor.

“I want someone to take him to the hospital. He needs X-rays. Our doctor has already been informed and will meet him there,” Christian says, placing a hand on Layton’s shoulder. “That means you are in charge until he can return to work.”

Layton nods, and I can see the cogs already turning in his head as he tries to implement a plan.

“Okay, I will send Mykela up now to go with him. As for everyone else, they are downstairs. No one has managed to leave, and those who tried got an earful from McIntire, who is furious on your behalf.”

“That still doesn’t sit well with me,” Maximus mutters behind us.

“Alisdair and I have an agreement. We do not get involved in each other's business and focus on the things that are important, like the Youngs and keeping the peace,” Christian answers, not looking at our brother. It’s an argument they have had several times, and I understand both sides, so don’t get involved.

“I take it the uninvited guests are in the ring?” I ask, trying to prevent any further discussion on the subject.

“Yes, ten out of eighteen. The other eight will not be talking any time soon. Some have broken jaws; others are still unconscious or in too much pain to do anything other than whine.”

I know I should be sorry, but I’m not. Don’t come into my place of business and attack my family.

“Any issues at the house?” Sean asks. We’d asked Layton to check on things there and let us know if there were any problems.

“Nothing at all. Calvin sent two extra bodies over to help keep watch from outside for any intruders. So far, there’s been nothing, and the girls are none the wiser.” He pulls his phone from his pocket and watches the screen for a moment. “Danielle and Abbi have just left. Verity left a few hours ago, so she was already home before everything kicked off.”

Even though we knew he would never prioritise anyone’s safety over Jasmine's, including ours, we were still on edge about what could be happening at home.

“Seems I owe Calvin thanks for something else tonight,” I point out as Sean smirks at me.

“Too right you do. I thought I was done saving your ass!”

I turn to see my old security walk into view with Logan beside him. Smirking, I approach him and pull him into a hug.

“But you do it so well,” I laugh, stepping back. “But seriously, thanks, brother.”

“I didn’t do it for you,” he smirks back. “I was too scared to face Jaz if anything happened to you.”

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