Ashley And Lanky's Fight

“What are you saying, Mark? You're not clear enough!” Lanky asked his brother with furrowed brows.

He had just come down from his ride, along with five of his men, when Mark ran to meet him, crying and injured.

“Brother, Ashley hit me so hard on my face, all I did was ask for your whereabouts. I think he was jealous, thanks to him I wasn't able to get to school on time, and I spent my entire day in the clinic, nursing the wound he inflicted on me,” Mark lied with an emotional voice and burst into tears. His cheeks were swollen and blood was all over his face, “Also, Ashley seized the motorbike you gave me. He said you have no right to give me things without his approval. He also said he is the owner of this house,” he continued.

Lanky looked shocked. At first, he couldn't believe his brother, but the wound on his face made the truth clear. ‘Mark couldn't have possibly cut himself for fun! It must be Ashley's doing!’ His mind roared in anger as he looked at his junior brother's face.

“Where is he?” Lanky asked, his voice rising above the usual, just as Mark wanted.

“He is in the kitchen, he is preparing a meal for the new bartender. I saw them in a compromising position,” Mark continued his cunning tale.

Lanky's eyes widened in rage as he marched towards the kitchen, his fists clenched and his heart racing with anger. His men followed closely behind, sensing their leader's fury.

As they entered the kitchen, they saw Ashley laughing and chatting with Maverick, seemingly unaware of the storm brewing.

“And that was how I earned my first dollar,” Ashley explained with a gentle smile, and Maverick burst into laughter. Suddenly they both noticed Lanky, and Maverick quickly bowed.

“Welcome back, Boss,” Maverick greeted like a diligent servant and bowed his head.

Lanky didn't spare him a glance, his red eyes fixed on the cheerful Ashley.

“Hey BW, welcome. How was the meeting?” Ashley asked with a smile, and moved closer to Lanky, to give him a warm hug, but Lanky shifted away from Ashley like he had a contagious ailment. Surprising Ashley.

Lanky's gaze was fixed on Ashley, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "Ashley, we need to talk," Lanky growled, his voice low and menacing.

Ashley had a look of surprise on his face but quickly composed himself. "What's up? Is everything alright?" he asked, a hint of confusion in his tone. He turned to look at Mark, and on seeing the evil smile on his face, he knew something strange was going on.

Lanky's anger boiled over, but he kept his cool, his mind racing with strategies. "We'll talk outside," he said, his voice firm but controlled.

Ashley didn't reply to Lanky, they both kept staring at each other, one confused and the other angry.

Maverick knew that this had something to do with what happened earlier, and he turned to look at Richard, wondering if he knew what was going on since he was one of the family bodyguards.

‘Why is something like this happening today out of all the other days it can choose to happen? I hope it won't ruin my mission!’ Maverick thought, and his hands were getting sweaty.

“Lanky with all due respect, you can't just come in here and order me around. What do you think I am? A five-year-old child?” Ashley replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm. He didn't want to argue with Lanky, but he also didn't want to give Mark the satisfaction he was looking for.

“Wow, it seems the little pet of yesterday has suddenly grown bold enough to talk back at its owner with a disrespectful voice! You must have forgotten that you belong to me, and being the second in command doesn't mean you're bigger than the main boss,” Lanky replied with a grimace on his face.

At this point, even the guards who entered with Lanky were shocked. This was the first time that the two men were involved in an argument. On a normal day, they'd be in an office, cordially attending to the files, or probably in a motel, acting lovey-dovey.

Lanky didn't suddenly become wild and ruthless. The fact that Mark told him that he saw Ashley and Maverick acting like couples got him jealous, and being a hot-tempered person, he was yelling the first sentence that came to his mind.

“Would they be alright? The atmosphere looks tense and frightening!” Maverick whispered, moving closer to Richard.

“Don't worry, Birdie, Mr. Lanky might be hot-tempered, but he doesn't pay with Ashley. So he will calm down very soon,” Richard whispered into Maverick's ears, and his words comforted him a little.

“I will not leave this kitchen! I am making dinner and I must finish it before leaving,” Ashley said, a hint of arrogance in his tone. He had a plain expression on his face as if he didn't care about the embarrassment he was facing and Lanky's threatening look. But God knew he was crying and burning inside. He felt angry at Lanky for believing his brother's words without listening to his side of the story. He saw the deep cut on Mark's face and guessed that Mark told Lanky he was responsible for it.

Lanky's face turned red with rage, his eyes bulging with fury. "How dare you defy me!" he thundered, his voice echoing through the kitchen. "You're just a mere servant, a mere shadow of mine! I made you, Ashley, and I can break you!" He took a step closer to Ashley, his fists clenched, as if ready to strike.

The air was electric with tension, the guards and Maverick watching in awe as the two men clashed.

Ashley stood his ground, his eyes flashing with anger, but his voice remained calm. "I'm not a servant, Lanky. I'm your partner, your lover. And I deserve respect."

The word ‘lover’ hung in the air, a subtle reminder of their romantic relationship.

Lanky's expression faltered, a flicker of sadness passed through his eyes, his anger wavering for a moment before his face hardened again. "We'll see about that," he snarled, turning to his guards. "Take him outside. We'll settle this once and for all."

The guards moved forward, their faces expressionless, as Ashley stood firm, his eyes never leaving Lanky's face.

“If they dare touch me, I swear I will go to your room, pack my baggage, and leave your life forever. I will never look back!” Ashley vowed with a look of anger, his fists were clenched and his expression proved that he meant what he said.