It received grumbling from Owen, and a snicker from Van who took the second bag.

The bags were checked as we passed customs‘, only to bump into my father and my brother Brad. I frowned expecting to see his fighter, but was looking at Brad with heavy eyes.
    “Dad? Where’s your fighter?” Waiting for the line of ‘he went a head’ or ‘in the bathroom’ neither came.
    “Brad is filling in, my first pick got strep.” My heart lurched, Brad gave me a weak smile before looking at something else.
    “You can’t be serious” Owen and Van had returned with coffee, but stopped just behind me as I was almost screaming.

    “Riae not now” My father hissed, looking around at the few people who were staring. Something I truly didn’t give two shits about, let them stair I was pissed.
    “Dad Brad doesn’t know the first thing about fighting him” I growled out the last part, hoping to god the twins wouldn’t ask me later about it.
    “Riae I said not now” Huffing he gave me a fatherly look, before walking away with my brother. Fists clenched to my side, I realized my nose was flaring and I was all but kicking my feet. Owen stuck out a coffee to me, which I snatched but felt horrible afterwards.

    “Sorry” Sighing I took a sip. He nodded slipping his hand into mine, before kissing the top of it. We walked the say way my father had headed, and sat a few rows back my eyes digging into both their heads. I was hoping they’d catch on fire, and be to scared to fight. Okay maybe that was a little harsh, but this was my fight and having Brad fight it for me was like a swift kick to the balls. Hypothetically of course. I drank my coffee in silence, with the twins arms draped over the back of my chair. They were looking at me, but not making a point to ask…at least not yet.

The flight was boring, a movie played but I decided that sleep was going to be the best thing for me. Owen had the isle leaving me in the middle and Van at the window, the arm rests were pulled up and the twins allowed me to lay not only on my seat but on them as well. Van had put his ear bud in listening to some music, while Owen held a E reader playing with my hair that was laying over his leg. The pillow he got me was comfortable as I mingle it with his thigh, Van rubbed my legs helping me forget some of the anger I was feeling.

If I got hot or cold, the twins would blow the small round fans on me or grab the blanket the plane provided. Already they were spoiling more, and I couldn’t be more thankful for them. Getting one man to treat you like a queen was one thing, but I ended up getting two. I expected the dirty looks, or the chase remarks from other woman who would be jealous. This didn’t bother me, it was the looks I got from the men that started to twist my insides. As if they thought I was doing something very odd, or maybe they thought the twins weren’t enough man. Either way it pissed me off, my men were gods by themselves putting them together was like a twister and a earthquake joining forces.

Our hotel was just outside the main building to the fight, it was just as large and just as busy as the fighters building. Checking in took no time, since I had already preorder everything. The Cunnings still weren’t pleased with this, and I got to hear about it all the way up to our room. The elevator door dinged open, with me rolling my eyes as Van and Owen ordered me never to buy anything again without them present.

    “Guys give it a res…” I froze speech no where to be found, not even a squeak came out. The twins came up next to me brushing their shoulder against my arms, I wanted to scream, kick, and beat the living shit out of this particular man. He hadn’t noticed me yet, to busy flirting with the redhead and blonde. My upper lip twitched, eyes narrowed, fists clenched and the hair on the back of my neck rose to its highest. Hot breath blew into my reddening ears, causing me to melt all the anger.
    “Relax baby, or well fuck you right here” Owen hummed, I was almost willing to let him. The sheer look on that man’s face would be worth every penny, not to mention the way the twins were built it over killed the hole situation.       

    “Come on were tired love” Van insisted looping his arm around mine, pulling me down a different hallway. I was thankful we weren’t on the same hall as him, like we had been with the Sterling’s. This was my demon, a dark side to me I didn’t ever want the twins to know about.

I’d be so lucky……..


~Riae~

The fight is a one night thing, but the fight its self is anything but easy. These are the best of the best, they come here once a year to show off their training. I’ve been here a few times, mostly as a helper to my fathers fighter. But sometimes things just don’t go the way you plan, and with all that has been going on I am at my wits end. My guys fight two very good opponents, and I want their heads in on the fight…however. I am a little more distracted in getting my father to change his mind about Brad fighting.

Walking down the hallway, I’ve left the twins to get a little extra sleep. Their match is in a few hours, so a few extra Z’s will do them some good. They’ve already been checked in, and everything has gone smoothly. Fights are already going on, but there is a ranking system. It doesn’t go by gender or weight, it goes by your fighting skills. Over the years fighters are watched by a section of judges, its kind of like Karate but a little harder. I say harder because you have to learn more then one technique, each judge knows at least three of the many out there.

The stadium is twice the size as the last one we went to, which means more noise, more people and a shit load of flashing lights. Taking a deep breath I head to the main office, I need to have a talk with Phillip. I know he’ll be here he’s always here, these kinds of matches bring in a lot of cliental and he wouldn’t pass that up. Knocking on the door, he waves me in finishing up with a conversation on the phone.

    “Hello Ray Ray” Giving me a white smile.
    “Hi Phillip” Closing the door.
    “What can I do for the princess of fighters?” Leaning back in his chair, I take a seat on the arm rest of a chair.
    “Phillip I need to know what the conditions for a fighter to be replaced with another?” His face raises, before looking out the row of windows that lets him watch the fight from the sound proof room.

    “Just what were you thinking?” Looking at me with one eye.
    “Nothing. I just want to refresh my memory, been a long time since I’ve been here” Pushing my cute smile through. He hums, like he doesn’t believe me.
    “A fighter can be over ridden with another fighter, as long as they are equally in the same category.” Twisting his chair back to me.
    “Oh right” Laughing it off. His brow rises, shaking his head.

“I don’t know what your thinking, but its good to see you love.”
    “You to, and I’m not up to anything” Chuckling.
    “Where’s your boys?”
    “Sleeping. They need their beauty rest, looks like those don’t just appear over night” He laughs a deep roar.

    “I see a ring, you engaged?”
    “Yea” Blushing.
    “Which one?” Again his brow rises.
    “Aww” Clearing my throat, he leans forward.
    “Damn baby girl, you hooked both?”
    “Yea” Rubbing the back of my neck.
    “Well good for you, those two look at you like you’re their world. I’m happy for you.” Walking around his desk, I receive a bear hug from the loveable man.
    “Thanks Phillip”

    “Alright, if you’ll excuse me I need to do a walk around” Winking.
    “Sure thing” Walking out with him. Phillip heads down the long row of stairs as I head back up to our room, the twins need to get up now. The sound of my father and brother make me pause before stepping around the corner, covering my mouth so I wont suck in a loud noise I see him.

    “You better just watch yourself, Butler” He growls, crossing his arms over the massive chest. Anger pillows around me, no one threatens my family. Its been a long time since I’ve seen is cheating beating ass, and I have to say its not long enough. That man is vile, he makes children cry, and woman shield away. The man I speak of is no other then my ex, we were suppose to get married till I caught him ramming some anorexic model. I could of picked the bitch up with one hand, that’s how skinny and weightless she was. He always told me I was nothing, ugly and worthless. It had taken me a long time to get myself a steam back, mostly thanks to my mother and brothers help.

Brad looks like he’s ready to start the fight now, I really wish he wasn’t the one fighting Trenton. God even his name is stupid. He’s a skilled fighter, but a dirty one. He finds your weaknesses and doesn’t just expose them he plumes them to death. He’s a ticking time bomb, with enough C4 to knock out all of NYC. Trenton leaves flipping my brother and father the bird, laughing his hackles off. Brad is being held back by dad, as he tries to calm him down.
    “I hate that fucking ass” Brad snarls.

    “Your not the only one” Dad answers sighing, they walk away. Pushing my back against the wall, I have got to think of a plan. This isn’t going to end well for Bradley if I don’t get him out of this fight, he’s not nearly as good as some of the other fighters. No matter what dad says, Trenton will cream my brother. He’ll break him apart, taking any chance of Brad walking away. Shaking my head I head to the room.

Rubbing the twins arms, they stir groaning a little. Smiling they smile back at me, yawning while stretching out.
    “How long have you been awake?” Van asks pushing the covers off.
    “Just a little, wanted to let you guys sleep” Shrugging I grab the duffle bags where I keep their stuff.
    “Do we have time to take a shower?” Owen asks.

    “Yes by all means” Nodding I lay everything in a line, so when I need to dress them for the fight I don’t have to waste time. They disappear turning the shower on, giving me time to think by myself. If I were a cartoon character a light bulb would of flashed over my head, grinning I grab my other back up bag. I keep everything in this bag, no matter what it is. Wrapping my fingers around the small bottle of clear liquid I then pull out a purple Gatorade, Brad’s favorite. Dumping a little of the purple stuff out, I replace it with the clear liquid. Capping both I shake the Gatorade, tossing the clear bottle back into the bag I tuck the Gatorade into a pocket of mine.

The twins walk out dripping wet, looking like chiseled gods. Did I mention my life is awesome. Towel drying themselves off, they give me a playful smirk.
    “Thirty baby?” Owen asked, moving a little closer.
    “We don’t have time to fuck Owen, as much as riding you sound like a rodeo.” He laughs kissing my cheek, sitting on a bench letting me wrap him.