The Varkas Brothers And Their Princess novel Chapter 68

The crowd gasped so loudly that it overlapped the guy’s scream. More than one person was now calling the police, while the rest just watched the fight with interest and awe.

“You fucking bastard!” the guy cried, holding his broken arm, tears streaming down his face.

“Told ya you’d reject it,” Axel said, not looking smug but only just… satisfied.

“What are you doing just standing here?!” he screamed at his drunk friends who were looking sober already. “Teach this bastard a lesson!”

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. Was this high school or what?

His friends hesitated, but since they were drunk fools with pride, they couldn’t back down.

One of them lunged at Axel with a sharp cry, his fist raised to land a blow, but Axel just stepped out of the way, kicking the guy in the shin. I wince; that was a sensitive spot.

The guy’s eyes widened, crashing to the ground and holding his leg, his mouth opened in a silent scream.

The other guys, seeing two of their friends down, decided to come to Axel all at once.

Axel just looked unimpressed.

They ran towards him, all ready to land punches, but they didn’t land a single one. Axel held two of their heads, slamming them together and pushing them back. They stumbled towards a guy at their back, knocking him off his feet, and they were all tangled together on the ground.

The crowd oohed–including me. It was hard not to be impressed. He was fast, not a single punch landed on him, and his clothes still looked straight.

It was damn sexy. I watched him with my lips parted, no longer caring that he was fighting in public. For a sight like this? He could get into a fight anytime he wanted.

Another two lunged at him. He caught one of their punches, kicking the other beside his stomach, and that one went down with a groan and spit flying out of his mouth.

Still holding the other one’s hand, he dragged him closer to him, punching him in the face. That one went down, his nose bleeding and looking a little off.

At that moment, sirens tore through the air, loud and sharp. Axel turned to me, his hand outstretched. I ran to him, placing my hand on his, and without a word, he began running in the opposite direction of where the sirens were coming from.

“Are we running from the police?” I asked, shouting so I could be heard over the noise. The crowd parted for him as we ran, no one stopping him–even those who called the police.

“Of course we are!” he answered. “Do you want me to go to jail?”

I huffed. “Don’t be dramatic! You’ll just be kept in a cell until bailed out.”

“Well, I’m not planning on being locked up at all!”

We ran until the sirens were way behind us, no longer a sharp wail. We were still inside the festival, but in a less crowded place. We finally stopped running, resting against the wall and catching our breath.

We looked at each other, then we burst out laughing. We laughed until our eyes watered and our stomachs hurt.

“You really are a bad influence, Axel,” I chuckled, wiping my eyes.

He smiled, his eyes bright. “I do my best.”

“How are we going to find the car now?”

He held my hand, and we began the long walk back to the car. “We’ll find it.”

***

I tapped the date. “Thirteenth.”

His hand moved to my breast, pressing it and since I wasn’t wearing a bra, it was easy for him. He licked my neck and I shivered, rubbing my ass on his dick that was slowly getting hard.

“I am,” he admitted, sucking my neck.

“Why?”

“Because.”

“That’s not an answer, Axel.”

“It’s as close to an answer as you’re getting.”

“You’re cruel.”

He squeezed my breast and I moaned softly. “I can never be cruel to you.”

His fingers circled my nipple, teasing it–teasing me. He kissed the back of my ear, my neck, his other hand slipping under my shirt, and feeling my bare skin.

“I have something to tell you,” he whispered, his breath warm on my ear.

“What is-”

The doorbell rang, cutting off my words.

I looked up at Axel to see him frowning. “Expecting anyone?”

His frown deepened. “No.”