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Antipater’s POV:

Spending time in a club outside of when I'm working might not be on the top of my fun things to do list, but when I am with Y/N I will happily do whatever she wants to do. Which is what led me to be here in one of the clubs I own with Y/N sitting in a booth with my right arm wrapped around Y/N’s waist keeping her close to my side and a drink in my left hand. The music is too loud but with her so close there is no problem hearing her so I have been happily sitting here for near an hour now just listening to my sweet talking about her day. When Y/N starts tapping on my right arm I sit up a bit straighter turning my head to be able to look down to where she is looking up at me and waits for us to be looking at each other before talking again. I may have not been completely paying attention to what she had been talking about, but having her so close has always been calming for me and it is something I needed today.

“Antipater, you need to let me go please so I can stand up. I need to go to the ladies room otherwise I will be having an accident right here which I really don't want that to happen and I'm sure you don't either.” Immediately I smile at her and loosen my grip on her waist just enough for Y/N to be able to slid away from me out of the seat and get up from the table. Before she is able to walk away I hold up a hand to stop her and Y/N stays where she is while watching me but I just hold up my right hand with the pointer and middle finger extended and the rest tucked into a first. All it takes is me gesturing towards Y/N with my fingers then in the direction of the ladies room and Omar is standing behind her to escort her there. Y/N looks behind her and sees Omar standing there looking between me and her, then she looks back at me and I know what she is about to say so I speak first.

“You have three choices my sweet. The first is Omar escorts you there, the second is that both Omar and Raafid escort you there, and the third is that you come with me to the back and use the private one in my office. But if we go into my office I might not want to come back out here, and you will not be out here on your own, not right now when it is our time to be together without work getting in the way. Your choice little one, but those are your only three options to pick from.” Before I have even finished I know that Y/N has made her choice by how she is looking at me and that it will be to allow Omar to escort her to the ladies room. We might not be dancing on the floor like Y/N would like to be right now, but when first getting here we did spend some time dancing among all those who have come here to drink and whatever other reason they have to be here in my club. Or rather Y/N was dancing around me while I stood on the floor with her making sure no man came too close or tired to touch Y/N.

“Fine Tipa, Omar can be my escort to the ladies room but when I get back you will come to the dance floor with me again or we will go to the quieter area where people go to meet others and your shadows have to sit at least three tables away.” While I know Y/N is not being unreasonable I still take a moment to think about it, mostly because I know that it will make her more likely to want to go to the quiet area instead of the crowded dance floor. After a moment of pretending to think it over I just nod to her once which makes Y/N smile so brightly all the other lights in the club seem to be as dull as can be in comparison. With that Y/N is making her way across the floor towards the ladies room with Omar trailing closely behind her and I stay where I am watching them as they make their way through the club, watching for any man that decided they wanted to try and touch what belongs to me. It seems the men in the club are either respectful enough to not touch a women without her permission or the are not yet drunk enough to have the courage to do so and there is no trouble for them.

Despite the number of people in the club it does not take Omar and Y/N very long to get to the other side of the room and disappear from my sight, but before I'm able to start getting restless Raafid is next to me and silently pouring some more whisky into my glass. I have not had much to drink so far in the time we have been here, and the little I have had has been spaced out so I barely feel anything which is just fine for me. After refilling the glass Raafid is stepping back to where he had been once I nod in thanks and I take a sip of my whisky before putting it down on the table in front of me while keeping my eyes fixed on the doorway that Omar and Y/N will come back through. Some short time later I see Y/N come through the doorway with Omar close behind and when she looks over and sees me watching her, Y/N smiles once more with her beautiful smile making me smile slightly in return. Once they have made it back to the table Omar just gives me a small nod before moving to stand beside Raafid while Y/N comes closer to me but doesn’t sit back down.

“Come on, you said that we could go to the dance floor or the quieter area once I was back if I allowed Omar to escort me, and I'm back so don't forget your drink because we are going to the quieter area now.” Smiling at Y/N I take the glass in my right hand and use my left to push myself up slightly from the chair and move to stand next to Y/N who is watching me with a big smile on her face. “Come on there isn’t anyone in there right now so there won’t be anyone already there to bother us and we will get to pick a good seat.” Y/N’s small right hand finds its way to my much larger left hand and she starts to pull me towards the quieter area with her new grip which I allow, not even needing to look behind me or make a sign to know that Raafid and Omar are following us carefully. Once we get to the quieter area I see that there is no one in the room currently and I am glad that the music is nowhere near as deafening as it had been before in the main room.

Y/N is looking at me and once I realize she wants to know where I want us to sit I just smile down at her softly before answering and enjoying the slight blush that is beginning to color her cheeks. “You pick where you want to go my sweet, pick the table you want to sit at with me now, don't be shy my sweet and as promised Omar and Raafid will be at least three tables away.” Y/N is looking down at the ground but I can see the fairly obvious blush that is coloring her cheeks even more than it had been before. Instead of saying anything in response Y/N is using her hold on my hand to pull me in the direction of the smaller tables towards the back that have the more comfortable chairs and I just follow along. As soon as we reach the table Y/N wants to sit at she stops and smiles at me while I move to sit in one of the chairs not letting go of her hand, and once I am settled in the chair Y/N is sitting herself down on my lap. While my attention is focused on my sweet sitting in my lap I still see out of the corner of my eye Raafid and Omar taking their place sitting at a table that is three away from our table putting them between us and the entrance to this area.

After a few minutes of us just sitting together with the faint music from the main room of the club seeming louder with no other sounds in the room other than our breathing, I move my left hand from her waist and tilt her face to make Y/N look at me. Once she is looking at me I gently take hold of her face in my left hand so she is not able to look away from me now. “So my sweet, what is it you would like to talk about? There must be something on your mind if you brought me here instead of back out to the dance floor, so tell me Y/N, what is on your mind that you wish to discuss now.” With how I am holding Y/N’s face she is not able to turn away from me so instead she lowers her eyes to my chest while one had finds its way to my chest where she is looking and the other is resting on her leg.

“It isn’t anything very important and that isn’t the reason I wanted to come to the quieter room with you instead of back to the dance floor and I'm also tired, so I am perfectly happy to be sitting here on your lap Tipa.” Her voice is soft and low but in the quiet of the room and with her place on my lap I have no trouble hearing Y/N clearly and can't help but smile slightly which I know she will not be able to see with her eyes on my chest. No matter what Y/N says I know there is something she wishes to talk about or ask me so I move slightly in the chair making sure to keep a good grip on Y/N so she stays in my lap and close to me pressed to my chest. After I have settled again I am about to talk when loud voices at the entrance of the room pull my attention away from my sweet and instinctively pull her closer to me while looking at who has broken the peaceful quiet in the room.

A small group of four people are walking into the room not paying attention to anything other than walking in the direction of a table somewhat near where we are and I see Raafid and Omar shifting in their seats. Holding up a hand to stop them I keep my eyes on the group of people but when I do not recognize any of them and none seem to be a threat I turn my attention back to Y/N knowing that Omar and Raafid will keep an eye on the new group. As soon as I am looking at her though I know something is wrong, Y/N is no longer relaxed but sitting ridged and unmoving in my lap with a look on her face that is making my blood start to boil. My sweet Y/N looks scared, she looks uncomfortable, and she is making herself as small as she can be on my lap like she is trying to curl up and hide from her perch on my lap. Before I can say or do anything a soft yet distinct whistle from Omar tells me that someone is approaching me which means one of the long ones has decided to come over so I turn to face whoever it is.

Whoever it is I do not know them, and calling them a man would not be completely truthful since he looks like he has only just recently turned 21 with the clothing he is wearing and the way he slouches while walking towards us. Being careful to keep Y/N close to my chest and seated safely on my lap I watch the boy approaching and use my right hand to flick out a sign to Omar and Raafid so they are ready but do not yet interfere. The boy immediately shows disrespect by sitting down on the chair directly next to mine that would have been for Y/N if she hadn’t wanted to sit on my lap and relaxing into the chair with one arm in his lap and the other stretched out towards me and Y/N. Since he is the one who approached me first I say nothing and simply watch him with an unkind look on my face that does not seem to bother or alarm the boy in any way which tells me he is foolish as well as disrespectful. And feeling Y/N shaking in my lap is not helping the boy in any way since it is clear to me that my sweet knows this boy from somewhere and does not want him to be here now near her.

“I knew that was you Y/N, its been a while and I haven’t seen you around any of the places you liked to go and you haven’t answered any of my messages. Come on look at me Y/N, I can't believe you are still acting like this and also out here in a club sitting in that dudes lap where anyone could come in and see. What are my followers supposed to think if they see this? When you left it already made things hard with my followers wanting you back since they always loved the pictures of you. Come on Y/N you should come and dance with me and leave this guy behind, you know we were so good together.” The boy is talking and not even really looking at me or paying attention to anyone else in the room which he should be since as soon as he started to talk to Y/N I had to hold myself back from hitting the boy which Omar and Raafid of course noticed from where they are watching carefully. It takes a moment after the boy stopped talking for Y/N to move a little in my lap and she slowly looks up at the guy who starts to smile at her right away and I do not like how he is looking at Y/N.

“Trent, it has been a while and that was on purpose. I haven’t been to those places because I knew you would probably be there, and since I'm the one who ended the relationship with you I thought that it should be clear I didn’t want to see you anymore. And since we aren’t together anymore Trent, you don't have any say in what I do whenever or who I spend time with so if you should go back to your friends over there. I don't want to dance, let alone with you, we were not good together Trent, that is why I ended it, and I am not available anyway because I am already seeing someone.” While her voice is still quiet, I am very proud of my sweet for speaking up for herself and I am also very pleased that she has not made any move to get out of my lap or to separate herself from me even by a little bit. And when saying that she is already seeing someone Y/N makes it clear I am the one she is talking about by pulling my arms together around her and leaning back into my chest with a happy smile on her face when looking up at me. But when I look at the boy, Trent, it is clear that it wasn’t the answer he wanted and not the one he was expecting. He must be some spoiled little rich boy not used to someone telling him no, not used to not getting what he wants without any effort.

“Oh come on Y/N you don't mean that. That guy can't possibly be better than me, I have 89k followers on Instagram now and this guy looks like he doesn’t even know what that means so how good could he really be. He obviously isn’t an influencer like me so why are you with this boring guy that definitely looks older than you and probably only wants you because you’re young and pretty. You should be with me Y/N, you can be my influencer assistant and there are so many picture ideas I have that we could do that my followers would absolutely love, I’d get so many likes and new followers for it.” Trent has been drinking, that much is easy to tell with how he is sitting and the way his voice is breaking slightly, but it is also pretty clear that it is not the alcohol that is making him act this way and while his disrespect would not be tolerated in any other situation, I will not step in unless he crosses a line or Y/N asks me to. And despite how much she doesn’t want him anywhere near her, Y/N still has not asked me to do anything so I just sit still glaring at Trent before Y/N pulls my attention to her.

“Trent is a well known influencer on Instagram and other parts of social media, he has a lot of followers, he named his instagram page Trent-setter because he is always setting new trends and creating fashion that his followers pay attention to. So his instagram page with all the pictures and videos is how Trent makes his money, and I'm sure you’ve figured out that we used to date some years back but I ended it.” Looking at Y/N I make sure to give her a small smile and start to rub little circles with my thumb against her upper arm making her relax just a little bit into me. Once she has calmed down a little I look up at Trent who is watching us and give him an unimpressed look before I talk for the first time since he came over and joined us without asking for permission to do so beforehand.

“If that is supposed to impress me it doesn’t, I don't pay much attention to social media so having many followers on some account means nothing to me. I do have two very loyal followers in the real world which is more important, and definitely more useful.” From how Y/N is shaking slightly against me I know that she is laughing at the followers comment and I can't help but smile slightly as well, Omar and Raafid are worth far more than some large number of followers on some social media sight. But while Y/N finds what I said funny and knows what I meant, and it seems to be pretty clear that Trent does not understand just what I mean if the stupid grin on his face is anything to go by. Before Trent answers I take a quick look over towards where Omar and Raafid are watching closely then turn slightly to be able to look at the group of people that Trent came in with. Based on how they do not seem to be missing Trent at all or care that he is not with them he must not have known them for long, or if they have known each other for some time then they are not actually close which can be good for me.

“That doesn’t make any sense having followers in the real world. My followers are in the real word and there are a whole lot more of them so you have two loyal ones doesn’t mean shit so don't act like you are some big shot or something. And if you wont come back to me Y/N then we should take a selfie here so I can post it, I know my followers really miss getting to see pictures of you and the both of us together, it was so hard after you left so many people wanted to know where you went so they could make you see that you had made a mistake. At least though I still had the nudes you sent me, those were definitely very nice and when I posted them on my page after the breakup my followers loved them and I got so many likes and comments on them it was just what I needed. So you should take a selfie with me so I can post it or send me a few more nudes, I'm sure you have some that you sent to that guy, its the least you can do since you said you wont be my girlfriend again.” Now he has crossed the line. Trent has made a mistake and pushed how disrespectful he could be further than I thought he could within the five minutes I have known him. Not only is he disrespectful and rude, but he has insulted Y/N and has the gall to ask for nude pictures of her after casually admitting he posted the ones he had after Y/N broke up with him.

I will not let this go unpunished, and I think Y/N knows that from how she is holding onto me tighter like she is afraid I am going to get up and start beating the piece of shit up here and now even with the others in the room. Not that those Trent came in with would be able to do much to get in the way, I know that if I decided to teach the piece of shit a lesson right here Raafid and Omar would make sure to watch the entry and keep the other three in line. But a beating here would not be near enough of a punishment so I will not do anything, not yet, and once I am sure Y/N is in a safe place I will take some time to play with the piece of shit so he knows how badly he has messed up. Trying to keep myself calm I move one hand to Y/N’s back and start to move it in small circles while making a small humming sound to try and show her that I will not do anything right now. Once I hear Y/N’s breathing calming down I lower my head slightly to look at her and see that she is looking back up at me so I give her a small smile then tilt my head in the direction of the dance floor.

It takes a moment for Y/N to understand what I am asking but as soon as she knows what I am asking I get a small smile and a nod before Y/N’s is standing up from my lap while still holding onto my hand. As soon as I am standing I pull her in close to me and look down at the boy who is still sitting in the chair looking up at us now and I have to keep myself in check once more when I see that Trent does not understand why we are getting up. This entitled, spoiled pice of shit clearly does not know how to treat others and it is a lesson that he is going to learn, and it is going to be a very painful lesson for him. Trent has hurt Y/N much more than I can ever forgive and who knows how many other women he has also treated in this way, so it is time for him to face the consequences for his actions

“If you know what is good for you, you will not try to contact or see Y/N ever again and you will not come back to this club ever as you will not be very welcome. It is obvious that you do not understand the disrespect you have shown, but you are going to learn. Come now my sweet, there are other places we can be.” With that I don't even wait for a response from either of them and gently pull Y/N with me as I start walking to the entrance of the room and see Raafid and Omar waiting for me and clearly waiting for an order. I simply shake my head and motion for them to follow me then make my way to the back where my private office is and once there I gently lead Y/N inside while Raafid and Omar follow us in, closing the door behind them then waiting just inside the door for an order.

Carefully leading Y/N to the sitting area I take a seat on a chair pulling her into my lap and hold her closely to me almost like I am cuddling her and just sit there cradling Y/N in my lap and waiting for her breathing to even out slightly. It takes some time but eventually I can tell that Y/N is now sleeping in my lap which is exactly what I was waiting for, with what just happened I knew that my sweet would be needing a nap and that as soon as she felt safe and comfortable she would fall asleep. Careful to not jolt her too much even if I know it will be very difficult to wake Y/N up right now I get up from the chair and lay her down on the couch in the sitting area then covering her with a blanket. Once she is settled on the couch I watch for a moment to calm down enough to keep my head for what is to come next since it will do Y/N no good if I rush into this with my emotions in control. The punishment for Trent also would not be even to as harsh as it should be if my emotions were in control so I just stay standing where I am watching Y/N’s chest rise and fall with each deep breath.

“Omar, you will go to the bar and get a drink for the boy, Trent, and make sure that whatever you put in there when he drinks it, it will knock him out without seeming out of place so no one thinks something is wrong when you help him out of the club. Have one of the serving girls bring the drink to him, I am sure that he will not turn down a free drink and having one of the younger pretty serving girls bring it will guarantee he drinks it. Make sure you are watching when she brings it to him Omar, if he tries anything with the serving girl you are to step in before it goes too far but be sure to keep yourself in control, you can not start beating the piece of shit here in the club and I will be very unhappy if you break anything. Once Trent is unconscious you will bring him to the warehouse on the edge of the industrial district blindfolded and gagged, then cuff his hands together and chain them up above his head, but make sure that he wont be able to hurt himself by accident. Then you will stay there, you will watch him, and you will wait for me to arrive. You need to remember Omar that this boy needs to pay for the disrespect he has shown to me and to Y/N, and that the longer it takes for someone to realize he is missing the more time we will have to play with him. And as long as he does not die, the both of you will have the chance to make him understand what situation he has found himself in. Raafid you will go and find Malik who should be by the bar, tell him that we are leaving and that he is to keep guests away from the quieter area until Omar has gotten the drugged boy out of there. After you find him Raafid bring the car around back, we will be bringing her home before meeting Omar at the warehouse. Get it done.”

Once I have finished talking both Omar and Raafid are bowing slightly to me from the waist and leave the room while I turn back to watch Y/N once the door has closed. Trent will pay for what he has done, and after we start his punishment I will be going through his social media and finding every man who dared comment things he shouldn’t have on the nude pictures the piece of shit posted. They all also will learn to show more respect towards women even if it is not in person, there are many men that are going to learn that lesson soon but none will pay for it as much as Trent will, so the others will be getting off easy this time. If there is a next time however they will not be getting off as easily as they will be now, so for their sake they better work to change their behavior. In the ten minutes it takes for Raafid to be coming in through the door I simply stand next to Y/N looking down at her watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Before Raafid comes in he knocks on the door so I know that someone will be coming in, he knows better than to startle me right now, and as soon as Raafid is holding the door open I carefully pick Y/N up and walk out the door.

The drive to Y/N’s home is not a long one, but there is enough time for me to have a plan in mind to make sure that she is not worried or scared once she wakes up since I am sure Y/N will wake up before I come back. While I am carefully carrying Y/N to her bedroom Raafid is busy writing a note that will be left beside the bed letting her know I am dealing with something but to call me if she would like, because what I am doing can wait. After making sure Y/N is tucked in her bed and covered with some blankets it is time to head to there warehouse where Omar will be waiting with Trent for Raafid and I to arrive. Once we are back in the car Raafid drives faster than he normally would but I will not reprimand him on that, I have been holding my anger back since Trent first sat down beside me and it will not be good to keep it back much longer. Lucky for me I have the perfect punching bag all chained up and waiting ready for whatever I decide to do to star toff, so I am able to keep myself in check still.

Omar is waiting for us in front of the door Trent will be behind and he opens the door and immediately stepping to the side for me to walk in with Raafid right behind me then Omar coming in last making sure to close the door and secure it. No need to take any risks, and not securing the door to the room we are using to teach someone a lesson Once inside the room I stop a few steps inside the door and look at where Trent is standing with his hands cuffed together then chained above his head to the metal pipe in the ceiling, While there is a gag and blindfold on it is obvious that Trent is awake but has not actually been awake for long based on how Trent is still trying to move and bring his arms down from above his head. There is a chair a few steps from me that normally would not be in there but I am assuming that Omar brought it in for me after he had finished getting Trent secured to the pipe so I take a seat with Raafid still following close behind me. It is not until I have sat down that I see Trent also has his ankles chained together so if he were to try and run he would not be able to get far and trying to kick will just hurt himself. Sitting in the chair I take a moment to just look at Trent and have to wonder what Y/N saw in him to ever start dating him in the first place, there is nothing I can see that makes him stand out. And unless something big happened to change him into how he is now it definitely would not have been his personality with how he had been talking to Y/N in the club that brought them together.

After watching Trent for a moment I turn slightly to face Omar who is watching me closely and at my nod he is moving towards Trent then stopping in front of him while I can hear Raafid shifting from foot to foot behind me. Omar reaches up and unties the gag which he pulls off before moving to the blindfold which joins the gag on the floor near Trent’s chained feet while Omar takes a step back and watches me carefully for the next order. Now that the blindfold and gag are gone Trent is looking around the room but there will not be much for him to see with the lack of windows and the poor lighting which is done deliberately. There is enough light for Trent to be able to see Omar, Raafid and myself, but with how Raafid and I are further back he might not be able to tell who we are. And whatever I thought Trent’s first reaction would be, what he says makes him stupider than I had thought he would be, which was already well below what is considered to be average.

“Wow this is a pretty cool room and it all feels so real, I never thought this was a kind of photoshoot that would work for me, but I'm loving it so far and you must have a pretty high budget for this. I'm going to get so many new followers from this shoot, who put you up to this because I don’t normally work with other people to make content for my page. You guys must have some pretty good cameras and equipment to be able to get good pictures from a room that has so little lighting, but maybe it is supposed to be not as bright for like a look thing to go with the theme which is pretty cool. I've never been able to get good pictures unless there is really good lighting or its daytime and there are a lot of windows or I'm outside to make sure the camera gets a good picture of me because there is no way I'll be posting any bad pictures of me anywhere.” Before Trent has the chance to continue rambling a simple look from me and Omar knows what to do stepping to the side then in front of Trent and landing a solid half strength hit to Trent’s midsection immediately cutting Trent off and making him gasp for breath. This boy looks too fragile to be able to handle any harder hits at all let alone for the first one, so until I decide otherwise both my boys know to pull their punches slightly.

“Oh shit man what the hell, I might not have done this kind of shoot before but I know enough to know that you aren’t supposed to actually hit me like that, you’re supposed to pull your punches because you can't leave bruises you idiot. Do you even know how to do your job or did they just hire you right off the street? Telling other people how to do their job is not my responsibility so you need to figure out how to do what you are supposed to be doing or else you don't work with amateurs, it’s below me with the amount of followers I have, so if you are an amateur and can't do your job right then you better get someone in here who can do it right or I'm going to file a complaint.” I don't even need to nod to Omar for another half strength punch to connect almost perfectly with Trent’s midsection where the first had hit, followed closely by two more still only at half Omar’s strength to make sure we do not start off too violently. if you start off hitting someone with all your strength then they can become somewhat numb and the beating wont be as effective as a lesson or as punishment after that, it can't really be a good punishment if the one being punished can't feel every bit of it.

This leaves Trent coughing hard and hunched over as much as he can be with how his arms are chained above his head keeping him standing mostly upright, unable to bend over from the waist even slightly. If these half strength hits are enough to be causing this kind of reaction, clearly Trent has never gotten a beating of any kind in his life, so looks like this is a new experience for the piece of shit. After the three hits Omar stops, taking a step away from Trent and watching me while I just study Trent who is still trying to catch his breath and it amazes me that he doesn’t seem to have realized that what is happening isn’t part of some photoshoot. How Trent has not realized that this was not set up for him by some manager or promoter or whatever they are called in order to get more customers is not something I am able to understand. I never thought that there could be anyone this self absorbed and clueless about the consequence of actions and what is real and what isn’t. Seems its time for a little reality check, and Trent is the only one who is responsible for bringing this all down on himself, all he needed to do was be respectful or even just respect that Y/N was there with another guy. The sound of Trent’s wheezing breath fills the room along with the sound of the chains and metal clinking together as he shifts a little. Once Trent has managed to catch his breath he lifts up his head and looks towards me but since there doesn’t seem to be any recognition of who I am, most likely Trent hasn’t figured out who I am or didn’t actually pay me much attention earlier on.

“You over there sitting in the chair, I'm guessing you are the manager of this guy or at least someone that is helping direct this photoshoot, so would you mind doing your damn job? So director dude, why the hell are you letting this guy actually punch me because he is going to leave bruises and you doing nothing makes you a brute just like he is. I'm so going to be sending in a complaint to your company and I'm going to make sure all my followers know about how unprofessional you are so I doubt you’ll be able to get very many jobs again for photoshoots. Those punches actually hurt and if you know what's good for you, you will stop all this amateur shit and do it right or let me down so I can leave and get some actually good shots to post to my instagram for my followers since you all seem to be dumb brutes. Dumb brutes aren’t worth anything no matter how well they dress or how they think of themselves and I'm pretty sure you are all dumb brutes.” I see Omar stiffening and immediately snap my fingers once to draw his attention to me then hold up a hand while shaking my head slightly as soon as Omar is watching me. Instead I look back slightly to Raafid and give a small nod in the direction of where Trent is and get a slight smile in return from him before Raafid is moving towards Trent and Omar while making sure Trent can see him coming.

Normally I would have no problem letting either Omar or Raafid play with someone a bit more than this, especially when the one they are playing with has insulted them quite a few times like this piece of shit has, but before getting here and before the insults started Omar was already not happy with Trent for how he treated Y/N in the club. Adding in the insults Trent doesn’t seem to be able to keep to himself and I know that if I allowed Omar to continue working the piece of shit over now, the next comment is likely to lead to a knife being drawn and used to stab Trent in the torso. Now stabbing Trent is not something I have a problem with since when I take my turn to play with Trent and make sure he understands the mistake he made, I will likely use a knife to carve him up a bit to be sure that the marks I leave as a reminder will not fade away easily so this can't be forgotten easily.

But it is not yet time for anything other than fists to be used, so for now I will need to have Raafid take over the beating while Omar will return to me and take up post Raafid is leaving behind me until it is time for us to go or move Trent in some way. So while Raafid walks over to stand in front of Trent, Omar is walking back to me and stops once he gets to one side of me before focusing in on where Raafid is standing right next to Trent with a grin on his face that is anything but friendly and doesn't mean anything good for Trent. While I know that right now Raafid will be able to keep himself limited to just fists since he knows Omar will have to stay by my side for a bit, there is no doubt in my mind that Raafid will be hitting with a bit more than half his strength which I will not stop.

“You must be pretty stupid if you haven’t realized what is going on, and since you continue to insult us and the Prince, you clearly don't know how big of a mistake you made and keep making with every word out of your mouth.” Before Trent is able to say anything in reply Raafid is bringing his forward and landing a hit right to Trent’s torso at close to full strength driving the air out of Trent’s lungs and causing the piece of shit to let out a grunt of pain followed by a whimper as soon as there is air in his lungs again. Another two hits at the same strength from Raafid have Trent bent over as much as he can be and the room is filled with the gasping sound of someone trying to bring enough air into their lungs, but every hit from Raafid drives that air out once more as soon as Trent had gotten it back. This goes on for some time before I decide it is time to make sure Trent knows just why he is here, knows the disrespect he showed not just to me, but to Y/N as well so I shift in my seat and call out just loud enough to be heard.

“Raafid that is enough for now. Come.” As soon as I start to speak Raafid stops hitting Trent turning to look at me and then comes back to me to stand on my other side so I am currently flanked by the both of them which I do not mind. It is clear to me and has been for some time that both Raafid and Omar care for Y/N not just because she is important to me, but because she is kind to them and treats them with respect. So while they are not happy with how Trent treated her, they know that I am even less pleased which tends to make them slightly overprotective even when they do not need to be. After all, I'm not the one who is in danger here, the only possible injuries I can get are injuries caused by me hitting Trent multiple times and splitting the skin on my knuckles or something of that sort but I will gladly accept those injuries if it means making someone who harmed and insulted my sweet one pay.

But I am more than happy to take my time with this, to make Trent suffer as much as I possibly can by hurting him, then giving him time to rest and recover slightly before starting in again with the beating. When they are left on their own for some time after the beating they are able to start to recover and heal slightly, then you return and pick up where you left off for the beating and continue the cycle or beating them then leaving them to lick their wounds wherever you have locked them away. Trent is breathing heavily now, but at least he is able to still take in the air needed to live, but unfortunately that means that he will also be able to take in the air needed to talk and most likely continue insuring us.

“It seems that you really do need to get a good beating given your manners and the way you think it is okay to treat others, and normally I would happily be the one to make sure that is a lesson that gets learned right away, but it is a little different in this case. Not only have you been insulting me and my boys ever since you met us, you also insulted my sweet who means so very much to me, and while she has not told me much about what happened when you were…together…it is clear you were not good to her. Which isn’t something I can allow to happen which is what led to you being here with me and my boys right now, so I think we can really start the lesson now that you know why you are here whether or not you accept it. You insulted Y/N, you hurt her, so I am going to break you.” At first it is obvious that Trent is still not ready to take this seriously but as I continues talking he visibly gets more nervous and as soon as I say Y/N’s name his reaction is immediate and it is very satisfying to see the fear so clear on his face.

“Wait…you mean that...all of this…all the times that those two brutes hit me…you’re telling me...that it was that bitch Y/N’s fault?! That bitch, you must think that...she loves you and that you love her all the more because of that which is pathetic and sad, Y/N is just a stupid whore man, and she is definitely not worth any of the things you are doing. I mean when the police arrest you for doing all this to me, you and the two brutes with you are the ones who will have to go to prison for it not her, not unless you turn her in to share the credit for what you have done to me which I doubt you'll do if you really think that the whore actually loves you. Don't be an idiot, I mean yeah she can be pretty good in bed and while she wont be as tight for you as she was for me the first time and all the times after, she has been doing it more so most likely she has some new ways to make you want to stay with her. Picked up some new skills from being the whore that she really is. Dude you should just forget that whore and let me go, I won't do anything when you let me go as long as you leave her and just let her try to live on her own like she said she wanted to when I tried to propose to her. Said that she wasn’t ready to give up her independence which is bullshit since it seems she found a new guy to latch onto as soon as she wasn’t with me anymore the damn whore.”

I wanted to make Trent shut his mouth when he first started trying to convince me that Y/N wasn’t worth anything, but I managed to keep myself from leaving the chair until the very end when I am not able to hold myself back anymore with how Trent has been treating Y/N ever since I met him. This has gone far enough and it is time to make sure Trent understands insulting Y/N will only make things worse for him so I stand from the chair knocking it over as I do and quickly walk over to where Trent is standing with Raafid and Omar both following close behind me. As soon as I am in front of Trent before he has the chance to say anything my fist is slamming into his stomach with my full strength, knocking the air out of Trent’s lungs and making him start to cough violently, his whole body shaking from it. But that isn’t the end of it, for the next few minutes I keep hitting the piece of shit in the torso as hard as I am able to, not stopping for anything and not giving Trent the chance to get his breath back. He is going to regret every little thing he said and did when I am finished with him, but this is only the start of it all, the first day, and it is only going to get worse for Trent each day I keep him here. By the time I stop hitting Trent the only thing keeping him upright are chains holding his arms over his head and I stand there watching him try to take in air with a shuddering inhale that is clearly causing him pain which makes me smile. There is no doubt that there will be some bad bruising on his midsection, but from the sound of him gasping for breath I know that I have not broken any of Trent’s ribs yet, no need to bring a medic here yet.

“This should be enough to make something very clear to you, and it will be better for you to remember this not that I care about your well-being. If you say anything about Y/N, if you insult her, or even say her name, the beating you get from it will be much, much worse than what I just did. You need to learn to be more respectful to women, especially to Y/N, and it would do you good to be more respectful to myself and my boys here since we are the ones here now who will be giving you a beating for it. The more disrespectful you are, the worse the beating, and if you continue to insult Y/N, my sweet little one, then I might not be able to stick with my fists only when I give you a beating. Just ask my boys, they will tell you how much I like using knives because they are very good at leaving a very permanent reminder which just might be what you need given how entitled you seem to be. Do you understand?” For a moment after I finish talking I watch Trent and wait for some sign that he heard me, but the only thing Trent is doing is taking in shuddering breaths and whining from the pain each time.

Raafid steps up next to me and after watching me for a moment, Raafid reaches out and slaps Trent hard in the face making his head jerk to one side from the force of it. When there is no other movement or response from Trent Raafid reaches out once more and slaps Trent in the face harder than before and speaks barely able to contain his anger. “Prince asked you a question so it would only be polite to respond. You cannot continue to show such disrespect to my Prince, neither Omar or I will allow you to continue disrespecting him as you did first in his own club and even now so you better answer him.” Putting a hand on Raafid’s shoulder calms him down enough to get him to step back and return to his spot behind me but it is still clear that both him and Omar are getting close to the edge of their patience. Not that I am much better, every part of me wants to draw my knife and drive it deep into Trent’s stomach, but that would end things much too quickly.

Luckily Trent seems to have gotten the message because he is trying to take in more air while raising his head slightly to look at me as best he can. “I…understand. Please…let me…go. I…understand. Won’t…say anything…to anyone. I am…sorry for…what I said. Please.” Trent manages to say while looking up at me with the pain clear on his face which makes me smile, pleased that he seems to be breaking already after so little time here. I move forward closer to Trent while reaching into my pocket and pulling out the pocket knife I carry with me for times like this, it is not big enough to be used in self defense, but it is the perfect size for cutting up those who have disappointed me in some way. Trent starts trying to move away from me and without needing any sign from me Raafid and Omar step forward and each grab hold of Trent to keep him still for me so the knife does not do more damage than I want it to.

Using one hand to hold Trent’s face still the other moves the knife closer to his face making him freeze in fear, trembling violently while Omar and Raafid hold him tightly with the point of my knife pointed at Trent’s right eye. After thinking for a moment while holding the point of the knife close to Trent’s face I change my grip on the knife and use the other hand to open his shirt enough to see the skin of his shoulder. Pressing the knife to Trent’s skin just hard enough to break it but not hard enough to go too deeply, I drag the blade of the knife in a line across his right pectoral muscle then lift the blade moving it down slightly to cut another line below the first. With the first cut Trent had started to scream and with the second line the scream was even louder not that it will matter much, there is no one around to hear him, no one to help him. Once the two lines are cut into Trent’s chest I take a step back, wiping the blade of the knife off on a piece of cloth before folding the knife and putting it back into the pocket of my pants. As soon as I am back to where I had been standing Raafid and Omar let go of Trent leaving him hanging by his wrists and walk over to me and stand behind me to either side again.

“Raafid let him down, he stays chained as he is but get him a blanket and put a bandage on his chest. After all, don't want the cold or infection to take Trent before we have the chance to play with him some more and make sure that the lesson stuck like we want it to. Make sure you take the chair with you out of the room, and do it quickly then lock the door behind you, Omar and I will be waiting in the car so do not make me wait long Raafid.” I look away from my boys back to Trent who is watching me with a terrified look on his face that makes me smile. “Don't you worry, we wont leave you on your own for too long and the blanket will help you until then so make yourself comfortable. You might say now that you understand and will not say anything to anyone, but I need to make sure you will not say anything once I do let you go as well as be sure you have truly learned the lesson. But there is more to it than that, I am not done making you pay for how you have treated my sweet one so until I have gotten all my aggression out you will be staying here with us and trying to fight will do nothing but earn you more beatings. Come Omar, Raafid do not keep me waiting.”

With that I turn around and walk to the door that is being held open for me by Omar then continue walking through the warehouse to where the car is waiting not bothering to make sure Omar is following behind me. If I stayed in that room with Trent much longer I would not be able to keep myself from continuing to beat him just with my fists only getting more violent. And then eventually I would have ended up stabbing Trent somewhere that would require medical attention to keep him alive. That is a problem to be dealt with later, the only thing that matters to me right now is getting back to Y/N’s apartment to check on her, and I hope that my little one will let me hold her for some time. I need to be able to hold her, keep her close to me, protect her with my body, that’s all I want now and I doubt Y/N will say no. She might not ever admit it, but Y/N loves being held by me almost as much as I enjoy being able to hold her, and if Raafid does not hurry and get back to the car I may have Omar drive and make Raafid find his own way back. I do not want to be waiting much longer now for Raafid to join us, my sweet needs me and I will not leave her on her own to try and cope with everything alone for long.

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Antipater’s POV

It does not take long to get back to Y/N’s home and as soon as the car is pulled over near the front entrance, I am leaving the car and making my way to the front door with Omar scrambling to follow me, while Raafid parks the car. I do not wait for Omar to catch up to me or even slow down to make sure he is still with me, all I can think about is getting to where I know Y/N will be, and how much I want to hold her in my arms and never let her go. Too much happened and I do not like leaving her on her own after I saw how much that boy was hurting her, how much him being there and talking to her like she was nothing but a tool for him to gain popularity hurt my sweet one.

He hurt my sweet one. There is no forgiveness for that, no mercy of any kind that I would be willing to give him, only pain and punishment that are rightly deserved for hurting the one I care about more than life itself. There is no forgiveness for anyone who causes Y/N to shut down like she did because of that foolish and overconfident boy, no forgetting how much he hurt her, even if it wasn’t physical abuse from him. Words and negative actions can hurt just as much, if not more than a fist or belt. Once I am through the front door of the building, I am immediately moving towards the stairs to get to Y/N’s apartment, making sure to get my keys out of my pocket while I move so I can let myself in as soon as I get to the door, there is no way I can be patient now when all that is going through my mind is how I need to hold her.

As soon as I am at her door the key is in the lock, moments later it turns and lets me into the small but comfortable apartment and as I move inside the door closes and locks behind me automatically. Omar will have to wait for Raafid to come up after parking the car, since there is no way I will wait for Omar to catch up to me to let him in, I have been away from my sweet for long enough and will not wait any longer than I absolutely have to before I can hold her in my arms.

There is always the chance as well that Omar and Raafid decide to stay outside the door in the hallway of the apartment building, something that they would do to make sure we are not disturbed for any reason. The both of them know that when I am in this sort of mood, any disruption that is not absolutely necessary will lead only to bad things from me for the person who did the interrupting. This is even more true when it comes to the time that I spend with Y/N in general, but now I have a reason to be more protective of my sweet than I normally would with what that foolish boy did. With how he hurt her now and in the past, something that I will make sure to get back at him for, make him suffer ten times what he did to her.

No one gets to make my sweet feel bad, no one is allowed to make her react in the way she did to what the boy was saying or how he was acting, as if he had the right to treat Y/N however he wanted to. Simply because the stupid boy finds himself to be more important than he is, and it is for one of the more foolish reasons I have encountered in all my life which is saying something. At times, it feels like I am surrounded by the stupidest and most self delusional and self centered people in the world, and that there is nothing I can do to make them understand just how wrong they are in the confidence they have. Raafid and Omar are the two I trust more than any when it comes to handling the things I must deal with during the day, and they are also two of the least selfish people I have dealt with in this line of work in near twenty years.

There are none quite like them, I am lucky to have found them and won their loyalty as I have, but I know that they can also be quite protective when it comes to those I care about, and those who have been hurt by one as selfish and foolish as the boy Trent. Each of them have their own past that pushed them into what they do today, and even if I wish they did not have to suffer through the pain and betrayal that they did, I am thankful for it as it is what pushed them to the place that we met for the first time. And now over a decade lately they are still the most trusted men I have got by my side, and they are perfect helpers in situations that have to deal with punishing those who think they are untouchable, or making sure I am undisturbed when something has set me off as badly as the way Trent treated Y/N did.

I do not think there is a time in recent memory that I have been as angry as I am now, a time when I have wanted to make the cause of the anger suffer for eternity, to make them scream in agony everyday until I decide that I am bored with the same routine months later. If it could be years then I would have the torment last for years, but it is better to be realistic in situations like this to make sure that the rage boiling over is not the reason the police finally catch up and send me away to prison. It has been a very long time since I last felt even close to how I feel now, perhaps over a decade since I have had this much rage boiling up inside me, and back then I had not had my sweet to help calm me down after things had been set into motion.

Then again, without Y/N, my anger was never this bad since I didn’t have someone or something that I valued more than life itself, so I suppose in a way it makes sense that this is an anger that I have not have to feel before. No matter whether or not this is something I have been through to some degree before, it is happening now and this isn’t the time to think about all the ways I could be hurting Trent. That is something that I will have plenty of time for later on, and I know that Raafid and Omar will both be more than happy to help me in the planning of the best way to make sure Trent knows he is not to go anywhere near Y/N again, that she is mine. This is the time for me to be with Y/N, for me to calm down, and for me to take care of her. She is mine after all, and I look after what belongs to me.

The apartment is small enough that it doesn’t take me long to get through it to the bedroom I know Y/N will be waiting for me in, hopefully still asleep since rest is something she needs for sure. After the reaction she had to the boy approaching us and taking the time to make her feel the need to shut down slightly, rest is one of the main things that will help Y/N get back to her normal self. Once I get to the bedroom I stop myself for a moment and listen carefully to see if she is moving around on the other side, and when I hear nothing through the door I open it carefully and make my way into the barely lit room. Being sure to walk carefully so as not to trip on anything I am unable to see in the dark room, I make my way towards the bed I can see the curled up shape of Y/N laying there, partially covered by blankets. She isn’t normally one who moves around when sleeping, so the fact that she has been shifting enough to take the blankets partially off her is not a good sign, but it is what I would expect with what happened with the boy in the club. With how she reacted after.

Once I reach the bed I quietly remove my shoes, setting them on the floor out of the way to avoid tripping over them, then pull a few things from my pockets and the waistband of my pants before getting into bed next to my sweet one. She shifts and lets out a heavy breath when the mattress dips from my added weigh, but I carefully move closer to Y/N and gather her into my arms, pulling her close and holding her securely to my chest. I wont be letting go of her anytime soon unless she is the one that wants me to let go of her, but even then it will take a bit of effort and persuasion on her part to convince me to loosen my grip.

I do not know how long I stay laying next to my sweet holding her tight against my chest, but she still has not given any sign that she is awake or will wake up soon, and I am happy to just stay where I am with her in my arms. I did not hear the front door opening, so Raafid and Omar must have decided to remain outside in the hallway like I thought they might, which means I wont have to worry about any unnecessary disruptions or checking my phone. Neither of them will let anything or anyone bother me while I am with Y/N now, not when they know how much strength it took for me to not kill the piece of trash Trent right then. Both Raafid and Omar know how bad things will be for whoever interrupts me now while I am with Y/N and with the mood I am in, if it is not for a matter of actual importance that person will most likely end up chained up hanging next to Trent in the warehouse.

If something happens that needs me, one of them will be sure to let me know so I can decide on how it is to be handled before I can go back to holding Y/N and taking care of her. Nothing is going to keep me from looking after my little one right now, nothing will take me away from her, and while I am laying in the bed holding her close to me, I start to think about how it might be a good idea to send Omar or Raafid out to get some food for Y/N. I don't think she has eaten enough today, and with what happened with the boy Trent, I know that it will have taken a lot out of her that only food and proper rest will be able to fix.

“Tipa? When did you get here?” I hear the soft voice of Y/N breaking the silence that had filled the room, then she is shifting as much as I allow her to without letting go, letting her turn enough in my arms to be able to see my face in the dark. Once she is facing me, so close yet almost impossible to see in the darkness of the room, I tighten my grip around her to make sure she is not able to move away or turn back around. Having my sweet face me even if I can't see her face, is enough to start slowing the rapid ponding of my heart, slowing it down and making me start to relax more into the soft mattress and into the warmth that is coming off of her.

“Not long ago. I've only been here for a few minutes. I didn’t mean to wake you sweet one, I am sorry for that since you need your rest right now so please, back to sleep little one.” I do my best to keep my voice soft and comforting, not something I've had the most practice with but I am willing to do anything for Y/N, no matter how long it takes me to get right. She is worth every bit of effort and struggle, getting to hear her amazing musical laugh and seeing the adorable shy smile Y/N gets from time to time is always worth whatever it takes to get it. I do not think that I am successful in keeping my voice calm and even, there is still a tension in me that I know will not just fade away easily after holding her close for a few minutes.

“Tipa, no. You will let me go now because I need to go to the bathroom, and we are going to talk because I can tell that you are very close to losing control which is something that you never like when it happens. You don't like when you are not in control of yourself and of your anger during times like this. And its my fault that you are like this, that you are so close.” My sweet sounds so sad and defeated the more she talks and I can't help but tighten my grip around her even more, forcing a gasp out of her before I am moving my head forward and finding her mouth in the dark, pressing my lips to hers. This gets a small whimper then whine out of Y/N before she is moving back from me slightly to get a good lungful of air, before moving back towards me and finding my lips with hers in the dark.

After a few minutes of kissing, I have to loosen my hold on her slightly while pulling back to make sure that I do not accidentally suffocate Y/N by holding her too tight and not allowing her to breath because I was too busy stealing the air from her lungs with each hungry kiss. And now is not the time for those kinds of games either, I am here to calm down, and to check on and take care of Y/N after what happened at the club. Pushing her further right now would not be fair to her, and in the morning once she was able to think straight again after getting some rest I know that she would make me pay for it. Not something I am interested in happening right now, even when her punishments for me can be interesting and fun at times depending on her mood and whether or not she is actually upset with me, or just pretending.

“No baby, no you will not say things like that. You are not the reason that I am close to losing control over my anger, and even if you were I would not be upset with you for that, I could never be mad or upset with you for anything. Off the the bathroom now, and then come back because I'm not done holding you close, I am not ready to let you go just yet but I will let go for you to use the bathroom. Wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me, if I were to not let you go and make you wet the bed simply because I was being selfish.” Letting go of Y/N and letting her get out of bed is hard, but the laugh I get at what I said makes it easier to open my arms and allow her to get up without me dragging her back down against me.

There is a light on in the hallway that surrounds her and lets some light into the room when the door is open, but I don't try to leave the bed, instead just stay where I have been laying and wait for her to return. The time it takes Y/N to go to the bathroom feels much longer than it really is, I know that I have always been rather impatient in certain situations, and anything that has to do with me waiting for my sweet to come back to me, that is up there on the list. Maybe five minutes later Y/N comes back into the bedroom and stops in the doorway, hands on her hips just watching me where I am laying still watching her. From where I am in the bed, all I want to do is get up and pull her back to the bed with me and not let her go again until I am satisfied she is doing better, but I know I need to let her take her time before laying back down with me, before being held against my body again.

After what happened in the club with the spoiled boy Trent, I know that Y/N normally loves being held by me, by having me hold and touch her, but after the reaction my sweet had to Trent, I know that she will need to be allowed the choice. I might not know what happened exactly between her and Trent, and I do not know exactly if I actually would want to know what he put her through. All that would do is make Y/N relive it again, make her feel self-conscious about it more than she already is, and also piss me off more than I am at the moment which doesn’t seem possible, but when my sweet is involved, anything is possible.

I know that I need to let the stupid boy live, it would hurt Y/N more if I killed him without her being the one to ask me to, without her wanting me to get rid of the stupid boy. I can't let my anger get the better of me, all I want is to make him uncomfortable for a few more days, to scare him more than he has ever been scared before so he will leave my sweet alone. But as far as my sweet is concerned at this moment, Y/N needs me to let her come to me here when she is ready for the physical contact, she needs me to allow her to set her own pace.

And I will do nothing to break her trust, nothing to make Y/N feel like I am rushing her for some reason, and I will do nothing to make her think that I am like the child Trent who hurt her so badly. Maybe two minutes later, Y/N is walking across the room leaving the door open so there is still light in the room that had been nearly completely void of any light, and I find that I am actually thankful for the light, it makes Y/N look so beautiful framed and backlit the way she is now. Once Y/N has made it back to the bed, she stops for a moment to adjust the shirt she is wearing before carefully getting back into the bed with me while I stay still to make sure it is Y/N’s decision to cuddle up with me again. It doesn’t take long for my sweet to be held carefully in my arms once more, pressed against my body while she settles into the mattress and I make sure to cover the both of us with a sheet and one of the slightly heavier blankets.

I'm not sure how long we lay there together, but I'm happy as can be and know better than to be the one to break the comfortable silence that has fallen over the room, the light from the doorway might be a little annoying, but I don't care enough to get up to shut the door. All that matters is that Y/N is here in my arms, and that she is letting me hold her. I probably should have not touched her while she was still sleeping without her permission first given what just happened, but I couldn’t help myself and needed to feel her in my arms. Until she has started to heal again and get over how the boy treated her, I will let her be the one to initiate any physical contact between the two of us other than hand holding.

Whatever Trent did to her is not good, and she will not be able to heal and get past it until Y/N is able to talk about it, but I do not want to push her no matter how much I want to be there for her, be the one she can trust, that she can lean on. So for a while, we just lay there in bed together with my arms holding her close to my chest and I can feel Y/N relaxing into me as her breathing starts to even out. Calmed by the steady sound of her breathing, I find myself starting to dose off as well which I try to fight at first, even if it has been some time since I had some good sleep with what has been going on lately. Eventually I can't keep my eyes open anymore and they close slowly while I feel my own breathing even out to match Y/N’s perfectly, us breathing in sync as I drift off with her still held close to my chest.

Some time later my eyes open as I smell something good cooking in the kitchen and the lack of Y/N pressed against me while the door to the bedroom is wide open, the sheets have been tucked carefully around me. Y/N must have gotten up at some point, not too long ago I’m guessing since she hasn’t come in here to wake me up for the food she is making, but for a moment all I do is stay in her bed and take the time to try and keep myself as calm and happy as I feel. The moment I started thinking again I remembered the boy locked away waiting for me to come back and decide what to do with him next, but that is not what I need to be thinking about now, not with her in the kitchen cooking something for breakfast. I'm not sure what time it is, it was pretty late when I got here, but breakfast food is always welcome no matter what time of day it is so I get up from the bed slowly while looking for my phone.

As soon as I see it on the small table beside me I grab it and check the messages in case Omar or Raafid have left me any messages about things that I need to know, since if there was something serious they would have knocked on the door or come inside if we didn’t answer. There is only a message confirming that they have brought Trent some food and water, as well as brought him somewhere for him to shower quickly before giving him any medical care they were able to that he needed. We didn’t hurt him too bad, some bruising for sure and it might be good to ice his wrists, but other than that we could have done much worse if I had thought it would help Y/N in any way. At least the stupid influencer pretty boy wont be making videos or taking pictures for his followers until he has healed enough to look like himself again, unless the stupid boy decides he wants to show the world that he got his ass beat.

Don't know I he would be stupid enough to do that, but there is the chance he might think he could get some extra followers and some sympathy if he tells a story like how he got mugged or something similar. I'll have to make sure that the boy understands what will happen if he ever says something to anyone about what really happened to give him those injuries, or if he ever tries to contact Y/N again. Nothing will ever justify him being near her or talking with her, so that is something I will need to make sure the idiot understands, and I'm sure Raafid and Omar would love to make sure the boy understands that. I know that they haven’t gotten to play with him as mush as they normally would when I have someone brought to that particular warehouse, and it has been some time since the last unfortunate soul who was given a more serious beating for an offense that deserved it. And this sure as hell deserves a more serious punishment, I just can't give it out like I would want to without hurting my girl.

Getting up from the bed and slipping my phone in my pocket, I make my way out into the kitchen and see Y/N standing at the stove with some pans in front of her and two plates off to the side with toast and some cut fruit on it already. Leaning against the doorframe, I cross my arms over my chest and stay there to watch Y/N cooking, happy to hear the little happy humming coming from her. Content to just stay where I am, I just watch as Y/N finishes whatever she is making at the stove, bacon and eggs from the smell of it, then wait for her to plate the food before I tap lightly on the doorframe I'm leaning on and call out to her softly to hopefully not startle Y/N anymore than she already will be. It would be rather regretful if I startled her so much that she dropped the food that she had spent time and effort making for us to share, so I am glad I made my presence known before she picked up the plates of food.

“I woke up and you weren’t there, but I could smell something wonderful so I guess that is a fair trade, especially since I got to watch you cooking for a moment all happy with your humming, made me want to just stand here forever watching you cook. You always make such good food as well, lucky me.” I do my best to keep my tone light and happy, and have to smile even wider than before when Y/N turns around to face me with a big smile on her face, then my smile grows when she makes her way closer to me with her arms open to hug me. Letting her settle against my chest while wrapping my arms carefully around her smaller frame, I feel myself relaxing into her embrace and let out a small chuckle when I feel Y/N tighten her arms around me as she also relaxes into the embrace. A moment later she is pulling back with her arms still slightly around me, and she is looking up at me with a smile still stretched across her face, her eyes twinkling happily, something that I have always loved about my sweet.

“Morning Tipa. I made bacon, scrambled eggs, toast and cut up some fruit for us. Bring those two plates to the table please, I made some for Omar and Raafid as well since I'm guessing you have them standing guard in the hallway, so I'm going to give them their breakfast then I'll be right back with you. Make sure you grab some silverware as well and some cups, there is fresh coffee in the pot, I have some for your boys as well since they have probably been awake longer than we have while keeping an eye on things for you.” With that she is pulling away from me and heading back to the stove where she plates up some more food and starts heading towards the front door where Raafid and Omar will be staying on guard.

As Y/N brings the food over to the boys, I make my way to the stove and carry the two plates of food to the table before walking back to the kitchen to get coffee for myself, the silverware and the cup that are needed at the table. Once I have everything carefully balanced in my hands and arms, I walk carefully back to the table and set things down a bit at a time and take my seat once things are set the way I know Y/N likes them to be. Moments later she is walking back into the kitchen with Omar right behind her, and while Y/N is pouring two mugs of coffee and getting two napkins and some silverware, Omar is looking to me for any silent orders. Once he is looking at me, I simply shake my head and give him a small nod and smile which he will know to be my thanks and appreciation for the text I received earlier, along with what him and Raafid did without my direct orders. Not something I would always thank them for, but they both made the right call when checking in on the spoiled brat, as well as when they let him shower and checked over the few injuries the brat has now.

The coffee in mugs and silverware wrapped up carefully in napkins, Omar just gives me a nod before taking the two mugs carefully and balancing the napkins in his hands as well before giving Y/N a thankful smile. “Thank you miss Y/N, we both really appreciate your thought and kindness.” Then he turns to me and nods once more. “We’ll be right outside boss.” And with that Omar is walking back down the hall towards the front door while Y/N follows behind him to open the door once they get there, and as I hear the door close after Omar walked through, I look down to my plate then back up at Y/N when the footsteps get closer. Once Y/N is in the doorway, she stops for a moment and looks at me with a smile on her face as I stay in my seat at the table waiting for her to come and join me to eat the wonderful breakfast she made.

After she watches me for a moment, Y/N is walking out of the doorway and making her way to where I am sitting at the table and slides smoothly into the seat across from me, picking up her silverware and giving me a brighter smile again. Following her lead I pick up my own silverware and return the smile, feeling myself relax now that it is just the two of us in the apartment again, even if I know Omar would never do anything to hurt my sweet, I don't want anyone else around her right now with how hard she is working to hold herself together. Y/N is the first to start eating and I can't help but watch her for a moment, before I turn my attention to my own plate and start eating the breakfast she took careful time to make for us. Even if I just want to watch her eating happily with the little smile on her face that she gets, me watching her is just going to make Y/N stop eating and frown at me before she jokingly asks if she made my food for nothing if I'm not going to eat it and just watch her instead. Its happened enough in the past that I know how my sweet will react and what she will say.

For a while the two of us just sit there in happy silence enjoying our food while I make sure to drink my coffee slowly while finishing off my food, and as soon as I finish with what is on my plate I get up and bring the dishes to the sink. I wont wash them now, but it is a good idea so run some water over the plate and make sure I've gotten off as much of the bits and grease as I can without actually fully scrubbing it. Leaving the plate and silverware to soak in the sink, I make my way back to the table and sit to finish off my coffee while watching Y/N finish her food now that I have finished mine. As soon as Y/N has finished her food, I'm going to see if I can get her to go back to bed with me, all I want to do is lay down and hold her close again, maybe get her to talk to me about how she is feeling. But it is mainly because I want to hold my sweet again and not let go until something happens to make me.

Fifteen minutes later and I am laying in Y/N’s bed again with her pulled close to my chest and my arms wrapped carefully around her. It didn’t take long for us to get comfortable again after making sure to get the plates and things from Omar and Raafid to avoid being disturbed once we had been able to lay down. With the dishes in the sink soaking and the food we didn’t eat put away in the sink, it didn’t take long for us to make our way back to the bedroom, and convincing Y/N to lay down with me once more wasn’t too hard. For the rest of today I just want to lay here with my sweet and hold her close, tomorrow I will try to see if she is ready to talk with me about what happened, about what the boy did to her.

“Thank you Tipa. I love you.” Her voices so soft and quiet that I wouldn’t have heard if Y/N hadn’t been so close to me, and I can't help but smile gently at her words.

“Anything for you my sweet, I love you too dear one.” And with that, I feel my eyelids getting heavier as sleep starts to overtake me while being so warm and comfortable here covered in blankets with my sweet little one here in my arms, pressed against me happily.