The Arranged Marriage

THe Arranged Marrage Ch-3

A scream tore through the air. We turn to the sound panting heavily.

Stepford was standing in the door way, fuck. She gazed at us in horror, what the hell is her problem. She stepped past the door and entered my room. All the fuzzy felling I had been experiencing were swept away. I grew angry.

"You know you are forbidden by my father to set foot into my room!" I growled out. It was a new sound for me but it made her scuttle out.

"My mistake. Guards!" She screamed.

I turn to Ian confused, he knew as much as I did no the situation at hand.

Six large men flanked that woman, making her appear small. And she was not in the least bit small. Even though she was beach blond with blue eyes she was almost six feet and weighed almost 180.

"Restrain them before they do something that will ruin everything."

They moved and entered my room, my domain. I shifted off the bed. "Stop!" I yelled. "You will leave at once if you wish to keep your jobs." It was a threat that I could make happen.

They hesitated. "Don't listen to her! do as I say!" They moved to grab me but Ian pulled me back.

"What in hell's name is going on?!" I shouted at her.

"I will not have you ruin all my plans. Get them and now!" Her voice was shrill as she barked out commands. They followed and grabbed at Ian and me. We struggled but we were not in the best place to retaliate, we were grabbed at from both sides of the bed.

Ian punched one of the guys so hard he fell to the floor and I kicked one between the legs to make him let go. But this managed to separate us. I jump up and grab onto the bar attached to the posts for my curtains.

I swung back then forward and kicked another in the head and down he went. I let go and jump to the floor. One more guy was reaching for me, I managed a quick look at Ian on the other side of the bed, one guy was left standing of the three on his side. We were even, funny when I thought about it.

I turn my full attention to the thug trying to capture me, Ian could more then well take care of himself. The man makes an attempt to snatch at one of my arms, I duck and hit the floor. I kick out at his legs and he stumbles back.

I spring up and advance, I pull my arm back and wait as he comes back. He rushes toward me and I snap my hand into the side of his skull and down he goes. I wipe my hands some dust had smeared on me from the floor. I needed to get the maid to sweep the tile or something.

Thick arms lock around my waist and arms. I struggle madly. "Scarlet!" I heard Ian yell out. I pull my legs up but the man was smart and pulls my body off the floor. When I tried to stomp on his feet I met air, and when I tried to kick his shins it was to find that then were well padded.

So I did the only thing left that I could think of I bent forward and appeared to make it look as if I was doubling my efforts to brake free my arms. Then I snapped my head back, it made contact with his nose, the cartilage breaking.

The man cries out and drops me on the bed. When he attempted to snatch at my feet I jumped up and grabbed onto the bar once more. I caught a glimpse of more men coming, how fun. I roll my eyes in exasperation.

I let go and knocked into the man. He stayed down. I hop onto the bed and move to the other side where Ian was with several guys, such unfair odds. I could help with that.

My legs slip out from under me. I look back to see hands clamped onto my ankles. They tightened as they pulled me away from Ian, I screamed in frustration.