The Fight

“What is going on here, Mark?” Ashley thundered, a deep frown was on his face, and he held Mark's hand before it could get to Maverick's face.

Maverick's eyes were already shut, he was expecting what was going to happen next, but when he didn't feel the usual sharp pain people complained of after being slapped, he fluttered his eyelashes open, and on seeing Ashley, he lost his breath. He found himself, crushing on the hottie in front of him all over. Ashley was muscular and well-endowed with packs. His tattoos were peeking out from his designer shirt, and Maverick ogled at his body.

Mark scoffed at Ashley, and dragged his hands away from him, “Oh, I see. You are coming to the rescue of my slut, right?” he asked rhetorically and hissed at Maverick.

“Are you alright?” Ashley turned to face Maverick, the frown on his face had dissolved into a worrisome smile.

“I am fine, thank you,” Maverick replied with a soft voice and bowed at Ashley.

“I thought I had told you to stop allowing him to take alcohol in the morning, it damages his brain,” Ashley scolded Richard with a grimace.

“I am deeply sorry, sir. But I swear, Mr. Mark has not taken alcohol today, I made sure to hide the bottles,” Richard confessed, looking remorseful. But soon after he confessed, he began to regret it.

“Richard, you were the one that packed all the cartons of alcohol that I bought! You also went ahead and sued the store for selling to an underage, yet when I told you, you said you'll help me find the suspect,” Mark accused Richard, pointing his fingers at him in disbelief.

'Wow, I like Richard already,’ Maverick thought and paid respect to the young bodyguard in his mind.

“I didn't mean to act like that. Mr. Ashley ordered me to do something, I had no other choice but to oblige,” Richard replied with a gentle voice, but Mark chose to hit him on his cheeks. I guess his hands had been itching to hit someone. Unfortunately, the scapegoat was Richard.

“What did Lanky teach you about maintaining your temper? Do you want to return to your therapist? How dare you slap one of my men?” Ashley growled at Mark, angry and disappointed.

“This is my brother's house, and he's the one footing bills and paying the workers, so I have the right to do whatever I please,” Mark sounded like an entitled child, Maverick wanted to interfere, but he knew it was a family matter, so he kept quiet, and turned to help Richard instead.

“Oh, so your brother informed you that he is doing all those things right, okay, no problem. But how about I should you that I don't give a fuck if this is your brother's or your mother's house?” Ashley asked ironically and picked up the keys on Mark's table. Mark wanted to protest and collect the keys, but Ashley made it impossible.

“What is wrong with you, Ashley? My brother permitted me to use his motorbike, you have no right to seize the keys,” Mark screamed at Ashley.

“I am doing this for yourself, your brother's bike can get you killed. You have your own motorbike, use it and perfect your driving skills,” Ashley suggested, annoying Mark.

“My bike is an outdated model, my friends might laugh at me if I bring something as simple as that to school,” Mark replied.

“You are going to school to study, and not to play or show off. Get your shits together, and apologize to Richard!” Ashley demanded with fierce eyes.

“I am going to school to do anything I choose to do. You're not the one to tell me what to do in school. To me you're a pathetic soul my brother took interest in,’’ Mark answered.

'Lanky took interest in Ashley? What type of interest are we talking about here?’ Maverick was dumbfounded, and he looked around expecting an answer but got none.

“This pathetic soul now holds the keys to your showoff. If I were you, I would be thinking of ways to get on my good side if you still want the keys today,” Ashley said with a cunning smirk, dangling the keys.

“Continue dreaming, I don't care about your good side, and I have no interest in making things walk out with you,” Mark replied curtly.

“Okay, I will take my leave then. But don't you ever hit any worker, and accept your bartender,” Ashley informed Mark with a grimaced voice.

“Where is my brother?” Mark asked Ashley rudely.

Maverick thought Ashley wouldn't reply to the rude child, but he proved him wrong.

“Lanky is at an Italian meeting, he might be back late,” Ashley informed Mark, who happily took his phone and dialed Lanky's number, but before the call was picked up, Ashley dragged the phone away from him.

“I just told you that your brother is in an important meeting, yet you thought it would be better to call him and start making your endless demands. As much as I allow it on a normal day, today is different. We need the Italian in a multi-billionaire project, so just leave Lanky alone and disturb me instead,” Ashley yelled, and Mark growled out at the fact his phone was snatched from him. He took a bottle of wine and smashed it on the floor.

“I think we should get going,” Richard suggested, tired and scared of getting caught up in the ongoing fight.

“Get going? Come on dude, let's watch till the end, in case Mr. Ashley gets hurt we'll be able to rush him to a hospital,” Maverick suggested.

“We are not supposed to take Mr. Ashley to a hospital if he gets hurt. I have told you before, our job is to watch over Mr. Mark, not Ashley. Mr. Ashley has his own guards monitoring him.” Richard informed him, and Maverick reluctantly agreed and left the room.

They both stood in front of the door, giving Ashley and Mark the needed space.

“If you don't mind me asking, please what is Mr. Ashley and Mr. Lanky's relationship? People keep referring to them as a partner, but I don't understand what it means,” Maverick confessed to Richard.

“I don't know much, but I know Mr Lanky is in love with Mr. Ashley!” Richard said in a whisper.