Page 87 of Tutoring Mr. Hotshot

“Now that you know the rules, it’s time to wrap this party up,” I announce.

Bell takes the moment to interrupt. “Remember the rules, gentlemen. One per person. Last guy gets the face shot.”

“The face sh — oomph!” I don’t hesitate to get the first blow in after pulling the guy to a standing position.

Ok, and maybe I don’t actually hold back.

My fist connects with his abdomen in a satisfying hit. He doubles over as a groan falls from his lips. Stepping back, I raise my hands to show I won’t go any further.

Then I get to watch as my friends take their licks too. If there wasn’t a chance for us to get caught later, I’d totally record the experience. It would be fun to watch later on.

And yeah, I know it’s a bit insane to want to watch something so violent. But I make a living literally crashing into other people on a field as we chase a pigskin-covered ball for entertainment purposes. I’ve been part of stranger stuff.

When Andry finally steps up to Liam for the final hit, he pauses. His gaze takes in the rest of us guys as we patiently wait to see what he does.

“If you ever touch him again, I’ll slit your throat myself,” Andry threatens before throwing the most beautiful right hook I’ve ever seen. It takes everything I have not to slow clap.

Damn.

At least this further confirms how safe my brother is with him by his side. Though I might have to keep an eye on him after that throat slitting business. Can’t have him running around threatening folks left and right if he’s going to be a superstar hockey player.

Jake’s already told me and Bell he wants to sign the kid as soon as he can. It’s only a matter of time before he’s fully like us and in the spotlight on a national level.

“And that’s a wrap,” Bellamy says as he stands over the knocked-out kid.

The blow Andry delivered would have been a TKO hit in a boxing match. It makes me wonder what other skills the guy is hiding beneath that mostly quiet exterior.

I have a feeling I’m going to get a chance to find out eventually, given how he’s going to be part of my life for the long haul.

We load the kid back into the vehicle and head towards campus. Andry tells us he’ll go back to clean the blood out of the space, but from the look Bell shoots my way, I know he won’t get a chance to. We’ll find a way to take care of it discreetly so there’s no chance Andry will get caught getting dirty.

Or maybe I should say getting clean.

It’s whatever. I’ve already confused myself too much as it is.

The kid gets left a few blocks from his place. Since he’s still out cold, we take off his blindfold and unbind his hands. Thankfully, there are no marks or anything to lead him back to us.

Granted, I don’t think the kid’s ego will allow him to go to the authorities on this. Even if he does, they won’t believe him if he tries to blame us.

“I need to get to Rodney,” Andry states once we’ve got our extra baggage out of the way.

Bell nods. “Already on the way. We’ll drop you and head back to Aries’s place to get the boys. Let us know if there are any other issues.”

Andry hums as if to agree with him as his gaze turns to the window. He looks out at the passing streets, though I suspect he doesn’t actually see any of them.

Within a few minutes, we’re back at Ma’s place. Andry jumps out before the vehicle fully comes to a stop. None of us say a word about it though, considering we understand the need to check on our boys too.

Once he’s inside, Bell pulls away. The vehicle is quiet for a bit until Maddox chuckles. “Can’t believe we just did that.”

“Yeah. It doesn’t really scream responsible adults to go beat the shit out of some kid.” Leon shakes his head as he adds his two cents.

I don’t necessarily agree with them. While we’ve been calling him a kid, Liam is actually a full-grown adult male. He’s old enough to know better, and he should have finished his bullying stage years ago.

Yet he hadn’t.

And since he took a liking to the wrong someone — aka my brother — he now suffers the consequences. That’s the way the world works.

Sorry, not sorry.

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