Page 50 of Four Daddies & I

I turn and look at Jasmine and shake my head.

“No, it’s not Jazzy. Whoever Hudson was working for will have others to do his dirty work, but with him having lost three men hopefully he will think twice before sending anyone else after you,” I explain. Jasmine looks at me and nods.

“But for now, all we can do is get some rest and regroup in the morning.”

I turn to look at Christian who holds up a bottle of pills.

“Take a couple of these and get some rest,” he orders before looking at Jasmine. “You need to rest as well. Shall I save my breath and just accept you are staying here tonight?”

“I’m not leaving this bed until I know he’s okay,” she says firmly. I smile as I look at Christian who is staring at her with raised brows.

“Baby girl, don’t start thinking you can top from the bottom. You got away with a little more than usual the last two days, but things will get back to normal soon enough and you will find yourself over my knee,” he warns as Sean laughs. I look at Jasmine to find her chewing on her lip.

“Have you been acting the brat?”

“No! I made Daddy Max eat when he refused. How is that being a brat? I thought I was being good,” she gasps looking through her lashes at me. I shake my head and look around at my brothers who are all looking at her with smiles on their faces.

Christian walks over and helps me to take some painkillers and have a little water. As he does Jasmine crawls under the duvet next to me and says goodnight to the others.

“If you need anything in the night, get Jasmine to come and get one of us. The doctor will be back at nine to check you over and decide how long you are on bed rest,” Christian explains as he turns out the lamp and follows the others out of the room.

“I’m glad you are going to be okay, Daddy.” I look at Jasmine in the dark and smile as I lift her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles. The discomfort is worth it, no amount of pain will ever stop me from showing this amazing woman just how much she means to me.

“It will take more than a psycho headcase to keep me from coming home to you angel,” I whisper as I feel my eyes close as the painkillers quickly start to kick in.

“I love you,” I hear her whisper as sleep starts to take me.

“I love you more, Jazzy,” I reply before falling asleep with her hand in mine.

25

Maximus

I find Christian leaning against the entrance to our sparring room. He’s watching Sean teaching Jasmine self-defence and I can tell by the way his shoulders are tensed he’s not happy about it.

“How’s she getting on?” I ask standing next to him.

“She’s a natural. She’s picking it all up quickly and has a lot more power in her attack moves than I anticipated.”

I watch as Sean holds up some pads and Jasmine starts punching them. It’s standard power training but as I watch her, I can’t help feeling sorry for anyone who ever gets on the receiving end of one. I watch her grab a pad and bring it down on her advancing knee, internally cringing and reminding myself not to piss her off anymore.

Jasmine’s in some yoga pants and a sports bra. Her hair’s pulled back into a ponytail, and she looks like she’s putting everything into her training. Sweat’s glistening down her back as she breathes heavily. She always looks beautiful, even more so when she is on the stage. But watching her in the ring brings out a hot sexy version of my shorty. One I knew was hidden behind the innocent persona portrayed most of the time. It’s a side of her she only usually shows in the bedroom when she is begging us to choke her, pull on her hair and be as rough with her as we can.

“Stop!” Sean calls pulling me out of my dirty thoughts. He lowers the pads and Jasmine leans on her legs trying to catch her breath. “Get a drink, princess,” he adds pulling the pads off his hands.

Jasmine looks up and sees Christian and me standing in the doorway. She gives us an exhausted smile whilst walking to the side of the ring. She picks up her water bottle and takes a sip before rubbing her face on the towel that’s hanging on the ropes.

“How’s your ankle?” Christian asks as he approaches her.

“Okay,” she answers out of breath. I look down at her ankle which is bandaged for support. Christian shakes his head and with no warning lifts her good foot from the floor, causing her to grab the ropes to stop her from falling. “Hey!” I don’t miss the way her face scrunches up from the pain that must stem from her twisted ankle.

Christian looks up at her with an arched brow, “that’s enough for today,” he says as he puts her foot back down and I see her instantly put the majority of her weight off her bad one.

“But I need to do this what if …” Jasmine stops arguing when she looks at Christian and sighs. “Fine.” I watch as Christian climbs up onto the ropes and cups her face.

“I know you want to learn this stuff and I know I promised to let you, but you are still recovering from being attacked only three days ago. If you push yourself too hard you will take longer to heal.” Jasmine closes her eyes and nods slowly. “Good girl. Now get your hoody and come with me, I want to show you something.” Christian holds the ropes open and Jasmine climbs through. I place my hands on her hips and lift her down from the ring, so she doesn’t hurt herself further.

“How’s Daddy Jason?”

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