Page 72 of The Billionaire's Secret
"Oh?" I bounce on the balls of my feet, "Less talking, more fighting."
"Oh, I’ll be doing more than that, you bloody twit." Weston steps into the ring, "I’m going to dislocate your jaw, finish what Arpad started." He folds his arms behind his back. "And without using my fists."
"Living dangerously, Doc?" I smirk.
He bends his head and rushes me.
I duck, then sweep his legs out from under him. He goes down, rolls, then springs up and rushes me. I evade him, dance over to the other side. "Come on, Doc. Show me what you’ve got."
Weston growls, takes a step forward, when a whistle pierces the air.
I jerk my head around. "Edward?"
The Father crosses the floor to the ring, then jumps up onto the platform. "Getting a little tired of refereeing the brawls between you boys." He frowns. "What are you guys, ten?"
"Hold on." I crack my neck, "Not my fault the wanker here decided to challenge me."
"Bet you were the one to push him into throwing the first hit, when you know that, as a surgeon, he holds back from getting involved in fights of any kind," Edward retorts.
"Yeah," I blow out a breath.
"And Weston, you should know better than indulging this spoilt brat here."
"Spoilt brat…?" I scowl. "Hold on there."
Edward glares at me and I firm my lips.
Of the Seven of us, Edward is the one who’d gone all the way to the dark side…then found light… Hell, if he turns any more pious, I’ll hear angels singing whenever he walks in, which isn’t to say I don’t see the halo around his head right now. My point being... Oh, yeah, when the Father speaks, all of us Seven, and many of our friends and associates, listen.
"Sorry," I hold up a hand.
"Not me you should be apologizing to."
"Right." I turn to Weston, "Apologies and all that, no offense meant."
Weston drags his fingers through his hair, "None taken, you piece of shit."
"Twat," I smirk.
"Jerkhole," he grins.
"Get a room, you two," Arpad spreads his arms along the ropes.
"Nah," Weston lowers his chin, "What would Victoria say to that?"
"None of your business," I turn on him.
"Shit, you were right, Arpad." He shakes his head, "The boy's in love."
"I’m not, you twerps." I crack my neck, "I am going to say this only once, so you all had better listen up.
"Of course, it had to happen to Saint next," Sinclair teases.
I glower at him.
He raises his hands, "Go on, Saint, what’s your plan then?"
I scan the faces of the others. My friends…as close as I’ll get to having brothers…not that there’s any blood connection between us… Well, if you don’t count the blood that was spilt during the time we’d been kidnapped and held together. The longest days of my life… And when you go through an experience like that together… Well, it changes you. It unites you in ways you don’t need to always elaborate with words.
