With both ready we head downstairs, running into Brad and dad.
    “Hey” Walking to Brad who looks at the twins, giving them a nod before smiling at me.
    “Hey sis” draping an arm over my shoulder.
    “You alright?” Looking over his face.
    “Yea, you know fight jitters” Laughing it off. Nodding I act like I’ve forgotten.
    “Oh here I know its your favorite” Handing him the Gatorade.
    “Aw your sweet, thanks” Kissing my cheek.
    “Your welcome” Watching as he twists the cap off.
    “Did you already open it?” Eyeing the bottle.

    “Oh yea I added protein so you’ll have extra energy”  Shrugging I keep my face blank. He walks with us, before shrugging it off taking a big gulp. If I was a devil the hands would be rubbing together, and my tail would of lit on fire along with a pair of horns.
    “Who are you fighting?” Van asks, looking to Brad. He turns his head around, frowning a bit.
    “Trenton O’Neil” Growling out his name. Both boys look at me, as does everyone else.
    “Its fine guys” Waving my hand around.
    “Are you sure, I know what this guys is” Brad asks, taking another sip.
    “Yes Its fine.”
    “Don’t worry sis, I’ll run his face over” Grinning wildly, I huff. The only thing your going to be running to is the shitter big brother, cause when that fast acting stool softener kicks in your fight is Over…Clicking my tongue over my teeth.

I catch the twins looking at me, their eyes thinned a little trying to see why I was smiling. Clearing my throat I look ahead of me, no need to rune my plans this far a head in the game. Two more fights and Van is up, followed by Owen. The five of us watch the fights, but it doesn’t take Brad long to feel the burning sensation deep within him. When he takes off to the bathroom I hold back a laugh, so that my father and fiancées wont be the wiser. it’s a good thirty minutes, and Brad still hasn’t come back.

    “I should go check on him” My father says looking annoyed.
    “Okay, well be here” Nodding facing the fight once more. He walks off again making me hold down the explosive laughter. In this fight we have two men who help with the fighters, they hand them a drink and towel them off. So I’m more of a watcher then anything else, so when its Van’s turn to get in. I give him a once over kissing him passionately, sending him on his way. Owen stands close to me, keeping his arms folded over his bare chest as he watches his brother.

Half way through Van’s match I tell Owen I need to check on my brother, he nods saying he’ll stay here so his brother knows what happened. Walking off I find my father and Brad, but Brad soon runs back into the bathroom.

    “What’s wrong?” I should have been an actress.
    “He’s sick as a damn dog” Dad grumbles, running his hand through thick black hair.
    “How? He was fine a little bit ago” Biting my lip.
    “No idea, might be jitters. He hasn’t fought in a long time. Shit! Were going to have to pull out” Slapping the wall. Giving my dad a pity look, Bradley opens the door telling me just how bad he is. Taking a step back, maybe I should of just put a little in not half the bottle.
    “Dad” Brad is sweating and panting like he just ran a mile.
    “I no, Fuck.” Shaking his head, my dad folds his arms.
    “Sorry sis” Bradley looks at me so helplessly.

    “Aw Brad its alright, not your fault” Trust me on that.
    “Alright, well shit. I’ll go let Phillip know”
    “I’ll do it, I need to head that way anyways. Owen will be up next. Stay with Brad, make sure he gets to his room” Dad eyes me, but nods.
    “Alright.”
    “I’m sorry sis”
    “Brad its fine, go rest” Patting his head, cause I seriously don’t want to touch him right now.


Step one of evil plan = complete…..time for step two. Grinning as I walk away, my dad waits for Brad to come back out. Tapping on Phillip’s door he laughs, waving me in.
    “Oh boy two visits in one night.” Leaning on his elbow.
    “What are you not loving my presents?” Holding my hips. Raising his hands in surrender we laugh.

    “What can I do for you Raie?”
    “Brad is sick and has to pull out”
    “Really?” Leaning back.
    “Yup” Smirking. He’s black large brows rose.
    “Let me guess, you want to take his spot?” Pointing at me with a pen.
    “Your such a smart man, I don’t know why a woman hasn’t scooped you up yet” Batting my lashes.

    “Cute! Does your father know about this?” And there the question.
    “Of course, would I be in here other wise?” Come on you big black teddy bear fall for my charms. He sits silently, tapping his pen before sighing.   
    “Alright, I’ll put you on the board” I clap my hands, kissing his cheek.
    “Such a handsome devil you are”
    “HA, flattery will get your everywhere.”
    “Oh one more thing”
    “Of course there is” Clearing Bradley’s name off the board he replaces it with mine.
    “Could you not tell anyone, I want to surprise my guys” Pouting face ignite.
    “Sure, whatever you want love”
    “Yea thanks handsome” He laughs more, as I close his door.

Second step of evil plan = complete.


~Twins~

To their surprise Riae’s training was kicking in splendidly, all those drill and random work outs being chased by dogs worked. Though they could of done without Titan and Zeus snarling bloodily hell at their heels, but it had pushed them to go faster and think quicker on their feet. There really wasn’t much more they could say, Van’s fight was going well. Even when he took a hit he gave twice as many back, Riae had to go deal with her brother but was back in time to see Owen off.

She helped Van to a seat handing him a drink, telling him he was wonderful and that she couldn’t be more proud. Something popped into Van’s head that he never thought would, Riae would make an excellent mother. Even more then theirs, she had a way about her that seemed to not only calm ones rage but also bring out the best qualities. Never in his life had kids been on the menu, but now he guessed they didn’t seem so horrible. The idea of a little Riae running around, with the same smile made him grin.

Would that even be possible, would his brother approve of use a dramatic change. Children are loud, uncontrollable. They break things, scream and cry for no reason till they get what they want. He thought about it a little more, didn’t sound to far off from Owen. Though he’d never tell his dear brother that, it wouldn’t go over very well. Owen’s mind was completely into his fight, Riae had been on his ass about this for a while. She had mentioned if he thinks about anything besides his fight, he wouldn’t have his whole heart into it. She’d been right…again, and even that didn’t stop the slithery smile on his face. Riae was theirs, she’d said yes and even more so she said yes to both of them.

He took a hard hit to the ribs, but his body reacted faster then ever before as if side twisted a punch to the face. All those damn drills, man was he thankful he’d done them. The rewards she gave them afterwards weren’t a horrible thing either, plenty of time seeing her naked and he had forgotten about cuts, scrapes, and swore muscles. She was the perfect remedy for any ailment, all you had to do was see her. He personally preferred touching, that always led to something more with Riae.

The loud over head bell sang out, crowds of people screamed while flashing camera’s. Another fight in the bag, his best reward Riae looking overly pleased and waiting for him. Owen couldn’t get out of that ring fast enough, she was always careful not to jump on him. But really he wouldn’t of mind, she hardly weighted anything to being with. But the taste of her lips was the prefect amount, he couldn’t help the way his hands always seemed to find her behind giving it a squeeze for good measure.

    “You two should go take a shower, I need to help my dad” There was a hint of something in her voice, but they weren’t sure what it was. A shower was a must, to much sweat and blood on ones self makes your stomach turn.

“You coming?” Owen asked.
    “No, you can come back down or nap. Whatever you want. I have a few things I need to take care of” There is was again, that un-line of something more. Her face was natural, so whatever the beauty was hiding she was doing a very good job. They placed kisses on her lips and cheeks, before walking to the hotel room.

The fights had gone well, they had their woman and nothing was going to damper their moods today.

They had been laughing even joking in the hallway when Riae’s father was helping her brother Brad to the main lobby. Something was defiantly wrong, the curios factor kicked in and they walked to the two.
    “What’s wrong?” Van was concerned, even if the bastard had used a wrench on them. He was still Riae’s older brother, she’d want them to be nice.
    “No freaking idea, one minute I was fine the next I thought my ass was going to burn off” He grumbled taking short breaths.

    “So what about the fight?” Owen felt his stomach do a back flip, not something it normally did.
    “Sadly I pulled out, didn’t Riae tell you? She cleared my name for me” His eyes looked from them, then back at his father who wasn’t looking so pleasant.
    “No she didn’t say a thing, in fact she said..” Van’s mouth stopped working, no oh god no she wouldn’t dare.
    “What? What’d she say?” Brad pushed off the counter, but his father said it loud and clear.
    “She’s going to fight him” His voice cold, and he tried to make it emotionless.
   
The room seemed to spin around at a rapid rate, they were going to loose her for sure. But just who was she fighting, maybe she could take them.
    “I know what your thinking, but she can’t” Brad looked at them, pity in his eyes.
    “What do you mean she can’t” His rage getting the better of him.
    “I can’t beat him, even I know that. I’m sorry guys, I never thought she’d fight the bastard”
    “WHO IS HE” Owen roared causing a few people to stop what they were doing, and add a little more attention to the small group. Brad looked to his father, before gulping.
    “Its Trenton O’Neil, her ex”

SNAP!
SNAP!

That had done it, the world suddenly turn completely black to the twins. His name rang though their heads, louder then any fighters bell possible. Trenton O’Neil, oh yea they new the bastard. It wasn’t like he didn’t have a rep, he was notorious for using woman as punching bags. Men hated him with a passion, but his fighting style was almost flawless. No one ever really came close to beating him, they just wore him out a little. Their baby their Riae was going to get herself killed, not hurt but killed.

    “She had a restraining order on him once, but that’s been long over with. When he see’s her….” The sentence hung in the air like thick black fog, they didn’t need to know what would happen when he saw her. A restraining order isn’t shit to men like him, its just a piece of paper that he can use to wipe his ass with. They couldn’t handle this, everything was perfect.

    “Owen” He didn’t have to be told, their feet hit the floor at a run. Yelling at people to get out of their way, jumping over a man who had to tie his shoes. Once she stepped foot into that ring, she couldn’t come out without a valid reason. That was it they just had to get to her before she got in there, nothing else mattered. The last corner came up as the loud speaker about their heads went off, announcing the next fighters.

    “MATCH 45 O’NEIL VS BUTLER”