My Boss

Chapter Fifty One

Chapter Fifty One: Brooke

"Naah, I'm good. I'll live." I swipe my hand, dismissing the sympathy.

My eyes flicker to Tom and he stares at me curiously. Obviously Tom didn't think Sam would notice my injuries.

OBVIOUSLY!!

"Sounds like Brooke didn't want the time off, huh Sam?" Tom says, forcing a smile onto his face.

Sam's cold eyes stare holes into Toms face, "and how the fuck would you know what Brooke wants."

"Sam!" Belle scolds, but both of them ignore her,

"I seem to know what she wants." Tom teases.

"Tom!" I say lowly, warning him.

"Shut your goddamn mouth you piece of shit!" Sam shouts at him, to which Tom throws his head back and laughs. "Oh you do make me laugh Sam." He says sarcastically, "Shame I don't give a shit about your petty insults." Tom adds, necking the remaining of his drink.

I'm shocked that Jacob and Belle haven't stopped them yet.

Is this a regular thing?
Do I step in and stop them?

Tom is sat to my right, at the head of the table, while Sam if sat to my left. So basically, I was stopping them from ripping each other to shreds.

Both of them continue to spit insults at each other while me, Jacob and Belle stare awkwardly at each other.

Fuck. This!

I knock back my drink the same time Sam goes for Tom.

Guess I wasn't the only thing stopping them...

"Sam no!" Belle protests
"Sam not here! We have a guest!" Jacob insists.

But that doesn't stop them. By now, they're rolling around on floor, throwing punches at one another.

I raise my eyebrows at the sight of them. Belle and Jacob are stood at the side of them.
I reach of Jacobs scotch and down the glass.

Sorry Jacob!

I go over to them.
Tom is currently on top of Sam, punching him a sheer he can get his hands on. Mainly his face because he isn't blocking it very well.

And to think that was once me... for a few seconds.
Belle and Jacob are shouting at them to stop, Belle on the verge of tears.

Sam knees Tom in the balls, giving him the opportunity to switch positions while he lay groaning in pain. "Sam stop." I say calmly, and when I get no response nor action, I shout it.

"Why should I?!" Sam groans , continuing to punch Tom, "he fucking deserves it!"

I turn to Belle and Jacob, "Would you Both mind grabbing me lots of ice, frozen peas and a first aid kit please."

"Yeah sure." They both rush, scattering off.

I wait until they've left the room before I turn back. "You need to stop. Now." I warn Sam again. I know by now that Tom was purposely not taking over, and beating Sam's ass.

All I get in response is more punches thrown towards Tom.

I huff, making my way closer to Sam, who's oblivious. I grab him by the neck, catching him by surprise.
His fist connects with my Jaw, making my head whip to the side.
I slowly turn to face him, cracking my jaw.