CHRISTIAN
The slam of the door echoed after Liam left. It was a statement. A warning shot. A “fuck you” shot.
And I deserved it.
I stood in the basement a moment longer, surrounded by blood, silence and the stares of Ryuji, Renji, and Ryuji’s men. My knuckles throbbed. My jaw was sore. I’d barely felt Liam’s punch when it landed, but now the bruise was starting to bloom.
Good. Maybe pain would drown out the echo of my own voice saying those words out of my head.
I didn’t ask you to come—I got a distraction.
“Already having marriage problems, Hilton?” Renji asked in a mocking tone.
“Mind your fucking business.” I replied in a warning tone.
“Or what? You’ll hit me like you hit your friend?” He said accusingly.
“Keep talking and we’ll find out–“
“Enough, both of you, if Christian is having issues with his wife, it doesn’t concern us, but we can only hope they sort it out,” he said, staring at me intensely. “Go home, work out your shit, and if you don’t, consider the next time you're her
