Rubble (Riders of Apollo #7)

Chapter Twenty- Four: Asa Michaels

Within seconds of us pulling up, the lobby is cleared of people, leaving only one guy to lead us to his room. Breaker and Boulder are happy to wait outside the room to carry the half-dead idiot back to the club while I get to have my fun in the room. My gloves are on and my bat is over my shoulder as we head up to the third floor.

The guy silently unlocks the door and I walk in alone, shutting the door behind me. He doesn't notice me, too busy checking himself out in the bathroom mirror as the music plays softly from his phone. I lean on the doorframe and startle him, he drops his hair product on the floor and looks at me with fear in his eyes.

Good. He should be scared.

"Who the fuck are you?" His voice is shaky as is his hands and I smirk evilly.

"You should know who I am. You saw me leaving my woman's house this morning." His eyes widen and then darken with anger as he realises I'm the man who took his 'fiancée's' virginity.

"She is mine." He hisses and moves to advance on me, I move the bat to linger under his chin as I stare down at him. I suppose he could be considered handsome, under the silver fox title but he makes my skin crawl. You don't buy women, you earn them.

"Funny that because she chose me, not you. You beat her around, threw her, and strangled her then you ran." I drag him out of his bathroom and toss him to the other side of the room. He's built like spaghetti so it's not difficult. I smash the bat down on his kneecap, allowing him the space to scream and writhe.

"She fucking deserved it, I own her."

"You seem to care a lot about your money... what if I took away your ability to make it?" He looks up at me confused before I bring the bat down on his right hand, the bones shattering under the force of it. "She ran from you, you don't own her. She is mine." I punch him in the stomach this time and he goes flying into the wall, leaning against it for support.

"She'll get bored of you, you're just her first fuck, I will be her husband." I laugh at that.

"No, she won't. She will wear my property jacket, have my name tattooed into her skin and my ring on her finger while you will be cut into tiny little pieces and disposed of like the trash you are."

I knee him in the dick, enjoying the way his body folds in half under the pain. I smash his other knee just for the fun of it before throwing him face-first on the floor. "I read your file. Your other allegations are not looking so good either. Alleged kidnapping, alleged assault, an alleged solicitation. It goes on and on so think of it like this," I yank his hair so he can look me in the eye, "this isn't just for Juniper, this is for every woman you've ever touched, taken, or thought about."

I knock him out by smashing his face on the floor before letting the other two in. They're here to be the muscle and Boulder lifts him over his shoulder with a roll of his eyes. "He weighs like twenty pounds."

I shake my head as we all walk out of the building, people sneaking looks from their doorways. Boulder throws the idiot over his bike with no concern for his safety as we ride back to the clubhouse. The second we walk in it's like a bomb has gone off, complete chaos in the lounge but it looks like they're having fun.

'Dancing Queen' by ABBA is blaring as Evangeline stands on the bar, dancing and avoiding the grabbing hands of Lucia, Saviour, and Riley.

"Stop it! Fuck sake." Riley moans. Boulder throws the doctor down the basement stairs before all three of us enter the chaos to look up at the projector screen. My jaw drops at the spotty video of Riley dancing to this song, she has to have been around fifteen maybe as she screams along to the lyrics.

"Oh! What about this one?" Eva then changes the video, bouncing off the bar and onto the back of the couch, standing on it like a balance bar without wobbling in the slightest. One of the High School Musical songs plays and Saviour is now on screen, around fourteen, acting out the scene herself. "Scratch that, this one is better!"

Saviour tries to grab her so Eva uses Mac as a vault to get her across the room and onto the armchair. Saviour is now on the screen, screaming along to 'Baby' by Justin Bieber. She lets that play out before she puts on a video of Lucia singing along to 'Single Ladies' by Beyoncé which Matias is very amused by.

"Would you quit it?" Lucia demands, also trying to gain access to Eva's phone. Despite having three well-trained women after her, she manages to easily outmaneuver them while she continues to dance along to the songs playing in the videos.

"Aww, you guys were so cute when you were babies. Now you're just rude." Eva pouts and accepts Mac's help off the back of the armchair. The chaos finally dies down and June catches sight of me, her movement gets everyone's eyes on me as well. I just wave awkwardly as June snuggles into my chest with a relieved sigh.

"Where's the doc?" Saviour asks first, Bear looking just as curious about it.

"Somewhere in the basement, I just dropped him down the stairs," Boulder explains with a shrug, trying to get a very embarrassed Riley to accept his embrace but she continues to avoid him.

"What kind of damage did he do?" Obviously, Runner cares what kind of revenge I took because it was between him and me to give out what he fucking deserved.

"Shattered kneecaps, knuckles, and sternum. Likely a concussion too, he's unconscious now." Breaker responds as I twirl June's hair around my finger, trying to forget what the doctor had done to her but failing when she looks up at me, the bruise dark against her skin.

"Good, as deserved." Runner concedes and I feel June almost asleep on me even though we're both stood up. I lift her, avoiding all of her injuries, and carry her to my room. The drive to her house is longer than I'm willing to do right now and the fact she's already asleep just makes the drive seem stupid.

I tuck her into my bed and move to get in the shower. I change in the bathroom after my shower, brushing my teeth and all that other boring shit before I drift back into the bedroom. She looks good in my bed, tangled in my sheets and smiling. Within seconds of joining her in the bed, her body molds to mine perfectly with her head on my chest and her legs tangled in mine.

I don't think there's anything better than this.