Chapter 76 - One Against All

Few Months Earlier (2017)

"Let go of me!" I yelled at Tyler for the hundredth time, putting in maximum effort to get free. My heart was hammering in my chest, and I was internally freaking the hell out, but I was covering it up with feigned confidence and anger. I did actually feel angry, but the emotion that was mainly dominating my mind at that moment was fear.

"Oh come on, Gorgeous," Tyler sighed, pushing me down on the bed. "Just calm down."

"Get off of me!" I yelled as loudly as I could, making him wince and cover my mouth with his hand.

"Shut the fuck up!" He yelled at me, his tone twice louder than mine. Men and the stupid sound amplifiers in their throats. Tears pricked my vision, but I did not let them escape. "Just keep silent, woman. I'm not hurting you. Chill," he said, his tone now gentler. He removed his hand from my mouth when he realized that I had calmed down.

"You seriously think this will help you get back at Shadrach?" I asked in disbelief.

"Shadrach, huh?" He raised an eyebrow. "You don't call him by his first name, I see. And then you say you met at the engagement."

"Look, it does not matter. He does not even know I'm here!" I tried to reason with him.

"He will," he smiled. "When his men wake up."

"What men?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"The ones he has posted outside your house," he replied in a duh tone, and my mouth parted in shock.

"What?"

"Yeah. Oh you didn't know? Your boyfriend is a stalker, Gorgeous. Now we both know how creepy that is, right?" He asked in a dramatic tone. Tyler was creepier than Shadrach, that was definite.

I gulped, looking away from him. When and if I got out of there, I knew I'd kill Shadrach. Asshole.

"Now, Gorgeous, he's probably going to show up in around three hours. So until then, why don't we have our fun?" He winked, sitting down on the bed with me.

"What do you mean?" I asked, my eyes wide.

"You know, like, sex," he shrugged.

"The fuck?" I asked, standing up from the bed.

"Yes, Aliza. 'The Fuck,'" he replied, grabbing my wrist.

"I am not doing any such thing with you!" I snapped, pulling at my hand, but his grip instantly tightened, making my attempts futile.

"Oh yes we are, I don't wanna take any risks," he replied, the creepy, sinister smile back on his face. His grip onto my wrist became so tight that it started to hurt instantly, making me wince and shut my eyes. "Come on, Aliza, don't make me force you."

"Let go of me! Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, as he pulled me down to the bed, pinning me under himself. He caught hold of both my wrists and pressed them against the bed on either side of me, while he straddled my body, holding me down.

"Help!" I screamed once again, louder than earlier, as he proceeded to trap my hands under his knees. He then tore my shirt apart, revealing my bra to him. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I struggled, praying for a miracle, while Shadrach's face kept flashing before my eyes. Tyler bent down and kissed my neck, licking and nibbling on it, before he bit into it so hard, I let out a scream in pain. He chuckled, taking the strap of my bra between his teeth and pulling at it, before he let it go, making it snap back into position, hurting my shoulder. I sobbed loudly, shuddering with fear, as his hand slipped into my panties.

"Tell me, Aliza, you're not still a virgin, are you?" He asked.

"Yes!" I yelled, sobbing. "I'm a virgin. Please don't do this. Have some mercy. Please let me go!" I begged.

"What?" He laughed. "You mean Maxon has never fucked you? How is that even possible?"

"He hasn't, I'm a virgin. Please don't do this to me," I continued pleading with him.

"He's a man of our status, and yet a gentleman?" He laughed. "That's insane. What a pussy," he smirked. "Speaking of which..." His hand travelled deeper into my panties, and I closed my eyes shut, screaming once again.

However before he could do anything further, we heard loud gunshots from downstairs, making him pause. I realized the noise had taken him off guard, and used the moment to headbutt Tyler in the nose, making him wince in pain. With all my might, I managed to push him off of me, before rushing straight out of the room. I did not care if I was running straight into a gunfight, I would prefer being handicapped over getting raped by Tyler. I found the stairs and bolted downstairs, continuously looking behind me to see if he was following me.

Owing to my stupidity for not looking where I was going, I missed a step, flying downwards. But before I could hit the floor, two arms wrapped around my waist, saving me from the fall. Gasping, I looked up, and there are really no words to describe the relief I felt when I found a pair of familiar dark brown eyes staring down at me. Shadrach instantly looked away when he realized the condition I was in, and steadied me, before pulling me to his chest.

"Simon! Jacket!" He yelled, and only then did I realize that we were actually standing in the middle of a shoot-out. However there were merely any men left, most were lying on the floor, either bleeding out, unconscious, or dead. I closed my eyes shut, burying my face into Shadrach's chest, sobbing uncontrollably. Within a few seconds, Shadrach wrapped a jacket around me, and I pulled away from him to properly cover myself. Only then did he look down at me again, cupping my cheeks and wiping my tears away.

"It's okay, shh," he said softly. "I'm here now."

"Shadrach," I sobbed. "He tried - he tried to rape and - and finger me."

"Hey, hey, you're safe, alright?" He said, pulling me to his chest again. "I'm here now, Butterfly."

"What a sweet reunion!" A voice said, sending shivers down my spine. Shadrach slowly pushed me away from himself, and I turned around to see Tyler casually descending the stairs. I instantly moved to stand behind Shadrach, holding onto his shoulder from behind. Tyler tilted his head to look at me, but Simon instantly walked up to us, standing beside Shadrach to completely shield me from him. "Aw, Gorgeous," Tyler laughed. "Are you really that frightened of me?"

"You son of a bitch," Simon said calmly, "you shouldn't have challenged a Bradley like this. Especially not Maxon."

"Or what?" Tyler asked. "You two are alone, standing in my fucking mansion. Your death is close, I can almost hear its footsteps."

"The two of us are enough for a low life like you, Tyler," Shadrach now spoke up.

"Is that so?" Tyler asked. "Let's do this my way then. You fight my men, and me, without using your weapons. If I win, your girl is mine. If you win, I'll fall to her feet and apologize for my actions, after which you can kill me. But your friend here won't interfere. He can stand at the side with Aliza to make sure I'm not trying to play you. How is that?"

"She's not a prize to be won!" Simon replied. "You ca-"

"You either accept that, or my men will kill her," Tyler shrugged, pointing at something behind us. All of us turned to find around twenty men blocking the exit of the mansion, each of their guns aimed at me. I sucked in a breath, looking at Shadrach. He seemed unfazed, before he looked down at me, slowly blinking to reassure me. He then turned around again.

"If I don't use weapons, you don't do that either, is that clear?" Shadrach asked, and my eyes widened.

"No," I whispered, grabbing his arm. "You can't fight them all by yourself."

Shadrach looked at me again, and cupped my cheek.

"My Queen, I have this covered. Just trust me," he smiled. A few tears rolled down my cheeks as I realized what was about to happen.

"Is that clear, Tyler?" Shadrach asked again.

"Of course," Tyler smirked. "Let's begin then, shall we?" He asked, smiling almost like a lunatic. He was crazy, I could see it in his eyes.

Shadrach took his watch off, and handed it to Simon. He also handed his gun to Simon, while Tyler's men placed their guns on the ground, except three men who were standing to guard the door. My heart beat began to pace once again, as Simon took my hand and led me to the corner of the room, standing in front of me like a shield. His gun was loaded, ready to shoot anyone who dared to come near us.

"How is he gonna fight them all?" I whispered, a deep frown on my face.

"He's a tough guy. He can handle himself," Simon replied simply.

And then the fight began. One by one, everyone started attacking Shadrach, whilst Tyler stood there with a relaxed, cynical smile on his face. I crossed my fingers and looked up, praying to God, begging Him to keep Shadrach safe. In that moment, I did not care about what would happen to me if something happened to him, I just did not want him to get hurt. Not for me at least.

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SHADRACH'S POV

Four men lunged at me simultaneously, giving me no time to calculate what I was supposed to do. I managed to dodge three of them, but the fourth jerk punched me across the face. My eyes instantly watered, but owing to my rigorous training, I knew how to survive that. I kicked his leg, catching hold of his arm, making him fall to the ground. I then twisted his arm behind his back, and pulled at it until I heard a satisfying crack.

Another guy swung his fist at me, and although I dodged it, a few others came at me from behind, holding my arms to restrain me. Leaning my weight onto them, I swung my legs at the two men trying to hit me, kicking them in their groins so hard, I knew they wouldn't be able to stand up for the next hour. I then hit the ones holding me with the back of my head, until their grips loosened, before I took them out as well.

Receiving a kick to my back, I fell down, and before I could even stand up, another one was received by my face. My head began to spin instantly, and in the few seconds I took to blink, the fuckers hit me again, this time kicking my stomach. I wiped away the blood that had escaped my nose, and caught hold of the fourth kick which was coming my way. I pulled the man down, going for his neck, and snapping it. I heard a small gasp from the corner, but I knew better than to look. If she'd stop me from killing them, they'd kill me.

I got back to my feet, and continued to fight. Blow after blow was being showered upon me, but I kept fighting, knowing why I was doing this. A motherfucker needed to be put in his place. I took a glance at Tyler, whose gaze was not stuck on me, but on someone else. My blood boiled. Son of a bitch. I almost growled in anger, before breaking the neck of the man I was fighting, and proceeding to kick the other one across the face, knocking him out cold. I had to fight a few more men, until they were all lying on the ground, either dead, or in too much pain.

My eyes now set on Tyler, and I could feel the metallic taste spread into my mouth.

I spit the blood from my mouth onto the floor, before gesturing at Tyler to bring it on.

No one fucking dares to touch my Queen.

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