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"Your mother is the problem!" Andreas yelled, slamming his glass on the table. "She didn't know her place, and she also gave birth to filth like you!"
I didn't have time to react, and honestly, I wasn't surprised that Peter's first instinct was to strike his fist into Andreas’ face. Before I got to them, they were lying on the ground, kicking and punching everywhere around them.
Aston and Damien, my other security guy, tried to separate them, but they were too eager to break each other's noses. I groaned when I realized that I planned to end up with Pete like this, but of course, Andreas couldn't pass up the opportunity to give our brother a black eye. It wasn't his nature to meet him and leave without a fistfight.
It took me and two bodyguards a long time to isolate them on opposite sides of the room while they were shouting profanities and insults. It was worse than at the MMA match. I forgot aboutmy anger. I had to make sure that they wouldn't hurt each other.
"You fucking prick!" Andreas roared, trying to get away from Aston, who was holding his arm. His nose and mouth were bleeding, and he had a big purple bruise developing on his jaw. He should have a closing speech tomorrow at the court, but given his appearance, it probably wouldn't be possible.
"What? Do you want to go another round?" Peter yelled back, almost hitting Damien's face with his fist. He was determined to continue in this battle. I had to stop this nonsense. They both needed medical attention and some time alone to cool down.
I looked at Pete, whose face was covered in bruises, and his forehead was dirty with blood. Somehow, my anger dissipated when I glanced at him. All he ever wanted was to be part of the crew. But for a very long time, my brothers didn't know about him, and they found out in the worst way possible. He shouldn't be surprised that they had a hard time taking him in.
"That's enough!" I shouted, and when they still didn't stop, I nodded at my bodyguards to show those two assholes who were in charge. Andreas didn't want to end up with a dislocated shoulder, so he halted his movements against the brick wall named Aston. However, Peter was too stubborn to admit defeat and too heavy and robust for Damien to hold him alone. So, I had to help.
"Stop, damn it!" I grabbed his jacket under his chin with both my hands and started shaking with him. We were of similar height and build, and he instantly stopped. For some reason, he always listened to me in situations like this. "Have you lied?" I asked in a much calmer voice, still holding him. We both ignored Andreas’ grunting and mumbling.
"What?" he whispered, barely audible, glancing at me with confusion. I let go of him, nodding at Damien to do the same.
"Have you lied about Electra?" I repeated, studying his face. My princess was the only thing that mattered in all of this.
"No, I swear," he stated, maintaining eye contact. "She wanted to tell you everything after our meeting in the office. This is my fault, nothers."
"She picked your side. Why? "I raised my eyebrows at him expectantly, but he only shrugged.
"You’d need to ask her. I really have no idea what changed her mind," he answered, wiping the blood from his mouth.
"Okay." I nodded, acting calm and collected, but jealousy and suppressed anger slowly poisoned my soul, feasting on it. I had to find a way to force my brain to discard the image of my girl with my brother from my mind. I just didn't know how. I should have run to her, apologized, and forgotten about this stupidity, but I couldn't. All I wanted to do was avoid her and lick my wounds. Shit! She hit me pretty hard with her confession.
"See you tomorrow at ten in my office," I said as Peter turned to leave the bar. I still had to deal with Rose and her filthy mouth. It should be fun with her and my brother in one room, playing by the rules.
"I'll be there," Pete confirmed, stopping in his tracks. "Anything else?"
"I almost forgot," I mumbled, coming closer to him, and out of nowhere, I punched him straight in the middle of his already beaten face. He fell to the ground, groaning. Tears were streaming from his eyes because his nose took the full blow. I didn't break it, yet it'd hurt for a few days, reminding him that he should reconsider how to spend his free time.
"That's for being disrespectful towards my woman," I announced, crouching next to him and staring at his bloody face. "If I ever find out that you're doing this shit again, I'll put you in a hole so dark that you'll be lost forever. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," he confirmed, breathing hard. I waved at Damien, who instantly jogged over to us and commanded him to take Pete to the hospital. I was planning to do the same with Andreas. At least I had an excuse for why I was avoiding coming home.
21
Taming the Brat
Bastian
Ientered the highest floor of Thorn Enterprises fifteen minutes after nine. Electra should be in her usual place, but she wasn't there. Surprisingly, her purse or the ugly green mug with the Grinch's face from which she drank her coffee weren't in their usual spots. It looked like she hadn't come to work.
Frowning, I fished the phone from the inner pocket of my grey suit jacket, checking if she hadn't called or left a message. Nothing. I was about to dial her number and check up on her when the PR manager interrupted me.
The photo of me and Andreas standing in front of the hospital went viral, and reporters bombed my team about the explanation. It was none of their business, and we were also stupid to go there without any second thought. Of course, someone had to take a picture and put it on social media.
I spent more than half an hour answering the stupid questions. I felt like a kid who came home after curfew. This part of popularity was aggravating, but my position required it. I had to make sure my reputation stayed untouched.
When my PR was finally satisfied with my responses, I thought I could find a minute to call Electra, but no. Because she didn't show up, I was nervous about her whereabouts, yet the head of my security had just come in, followed by Rose.
I lifted my eyebrows at her when she flashed me a glare, and she sat opposite me in the armchair. She placed her purse in the other chair, crossed her legs, and leaned into the seat. Her tiny nose wrinkled, and her round blue eyes narrowed when I remained silent, watching her irritation grow. Surely, she knew why she was summoned, but we still had to wait for Peter.
"What do you need, darling?" She asked sweetly, tapping her long fingernails on her thigh. My bodyguard probably disturbed her during work, or she had other plans. No matter what she'd been doing, she was pissed.
