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Scott shook his head and said something against the tape.
I looked over to Parker and nodded. I sat back as my brother ripped the tape off Scott's mouth.
Scott cried out. "I swear to God, it was an accident. I was on my way to class. I was late. Mr D said if I was late again, he’d make sure they’d kick my ass out of Brutham. I can't afford to—"
I slapped my hand down on the table so hard it made Scott and Parker both jump.
"I don't give a fuck if he threatened to kick you out of a fucking aeroplane," I snarled. "You don't touch our woman, and you sure as fuck don't shove her out of the way."
By the sound of it, we were doing Dane DiMarco a favour by dealing with this asshole.
"Man, I'm sorry. I swear, it will never happen again." He pleaded with us both with his eyes. "I was in a hurry and didn't see her. That's all. I sure as fuck didn't mean to—"
"But you did," I said. "At Brutal Academy, running into another guy's woman can get you dead. Any guy. But Lila isn't any guy's woman. She'sourwoman and will be head of the Bell family someday. That's a dangerous fucking combination to make an enemy of, Scott," I told him.
He looked like he wanted to contradict what I said about Lila leading her family. Chloe, her non-identical twin, was the older sister. If Parker and I had our way, Lila would be the one taking on that role when Samuel Bell stepped down or died. Or, more likely given our lifestyle, was killed.
Life expectancy when you work for criminal organisations, such as our families, was like the shears, short and sharp.
The Bell family and ours were bitter enemies, but Parker, Lila and I would change that. Preferably before her father found out we were fucking her. Our life expectancy would be much shorter than the shears then.
"I swear, I'll look where I am going from now on," Scott whined. "I've learned my lesson. I'll apologise to her again. I'll… I'll do anything, just please…"
His eyes were so wide, I was sure he was about to piss in his jeans. Or shit in them.
Either of those things would make this pleasant chat much less pleasant. I hated when people lost control to that extent. No matter how scared a guy gets, he should be able to control his bodily functions. Unless we're talking about his cock. Some of us just get off on fear, ours or someone else's.
Granted, I preferred other people's fear to my own, but I take no responsibility if my cock gets hard, no matter what the circumstances. He has a mind of his own. In fact, he was quite enjoying this. If it wasn't for the smell of sweat and fear, I might insist Scott blow me off. On the other hand, he touched our woman, so he didn't get to enjoy the feeling of my cock in his mouth. That privilege was reserved for people better than him.
"What do you think, Park?" I asked my twin. I was the older and better looking one of us, and the most ruthless. Parker had a way of making people like him, usually right before they found out it was a bad idea to turn their back on him.
"I don't know, Hunt," Parker said slowly. "He seems genuinely sorry for what he did."
"People usually are when they're tied up and missing a couple of toes," I mused. "It tends to make people say things they don't really mean. If we let him walk out of here, he might just go and knock over someone else's woman."
"I won't, I swear," Scott pleaded. "I'll be more careful."
"What do you think Mr D would do if Scotty here shoved his woman out of the way?" I asked thoughtfully.
That begged the question, how many people knew Brutham Academy's history teacher was fucking Chloe Bell, Lila's older sister?
"He'd be pissed," Parker said. "Without doubt, he'd make sure you'd be kicked out of Brutham. Kicked so far no other university in Australia would touch you. Maybe anywhere in the world."
As a DiMarco, Dane probably didn't have that much influence, but Parker got his point across.
"The question is, what does a pair of Brantley brothers do?" I asked. "Even Zeke would kick Scotty's ass into next month."
One of our older brothers, Zeke, was the lead singer of Wolf Venom, one of the hottest rock bands in the world. He wasn't involved in the family business, but he was as protective of his girlfriend, Abbie, as any of her other six boyfriends were. Including the drummer, Asher DiMarco, Mr D's younger brother.
Yeah, it all seemed a bit incestuous at times.
"Maybe we should give him a second chance," I suggested. "Losing a couple of toes and a lot of dignity, might be enough to teach him a lesson."
Parker peered at Scott's face. "Not to mention the bruising on his pretty boy face."
Scott had a swollen lip and a pair of swollen eyes. His nose was most likely broken.
"I’ve definitely learned my lesson." Scott looked back and forth between us like he was watching a game of tennis and his life depended on the outcome. This was no centre court at the Australian open. This was far more serious, and a lot more fun.
