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“I don’t give a shit, lovie. Now move out my goddamned way.”

Simon Riley.

Not a name to be fond of, but in your case, it’s a name to not be afraid of. It seems silly at the most part, being married to a 6’2 military man who acts as if he has no care in the world, for 4 years at that.

I know, a shocker.

But, in the comforting silence of your home with a soft hum of the music in the background from your place in the kitchen, with strong, muscular arms wrapping around your waist, you know that you have absolutely nothing to be worried about (expect when he goes on mission, then you’re scared out of your mind).

But, other than that— *whisper whisper*… wait, what? What do you mean he’s on a rampage? What—

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Oh, he must be insane.

“Si! Really?! At my families dinner?” You whisper yell at him in the bathroom, your hands clenching your dress as you pace around the small room.

“Lovie—”

“Shut up. Just shut up.”

“…right.”

He was insane. Absolutely out of his goddamned mind. How the hell did we even get here in the first place? What do you mean he beat the hell out of your brother?… oh, too soon? Sorry, let me elaborate.

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August 14th, 7:20PM.

“Ready?” You asked softly towards Simon, who was pacing around the living room of your small flat. “Are you sure we have to go? I don’t want too—” oh not this again. “Yes, Si, we have to attend. I haven’t went in years, it’ll be good to reconnect.” And so… you went. To your families dinner… which went horribly wrong.

In the middle of dinner, your father making a toast to everyone sitting at the large table in the middle of the estate, your goddamn brother stands up to toast as well… oh, right, forgot to introduce him.

To make it long story short, he’s an absolute menace. He’s a bit of a creep too, talk about liking family members, he dated your cousin… and your best friend— but we won’t get into that. Overall, he’s annoying, and I mean he bothers you every second he gets, every minute he spends in your personal bubble, he won’t hesitate to irritate you. That’s why you never came to the dinners… expect tonight.

Back to what I was saying, your brother stands to make a toast. Unfortunately, he stares you right in the eyes, a smug grin on his bright pink lips and a hint of triumphant laughter in his eyes… this wasn’t good, now was it?

“Thank you, father. I’d like to give a toast to [~], for finally coming out to one of our annual dinners, for once in 2 years.” Everyone looks at you. Again, really? He continued by saying, “we wouldn’t have been here today if it wasn’t thanks to.. whoever that is sitting next to her. So, toast to you, [~].” Then he downed his drink.

You felt yourself shift in your chair, your leg bouncing underneath the table as you took a swig of your wine, trying not to let the bubble of irritation in your chest burst. You raised your head to give a soft, but forced, smile, speaking in a polite tone. “Thank you, Caleb.” You downed your drink as you sat your glass down.

Turning to look at Simon, he looked absolutely furious. He had heard about your brother from you a few times, and he hadn’t grown to like him. He always thought that he was too flashy, always wanting to make a statement. But what pissed him off the most? How you had told him how he treated you, as kids. Always stealing your things, blaming his mistakes on you and always having you down in the gutter.

You never thought what would happen next… would actually happen though.

Simon stood from his chair, the blonde staring at your eldest in a way that could kill. “I have a name, if you don’t know it you could simply ask.” He took a step away from his chair. You looked back at your brother, that same grin on his face. He didn’t know what he was getting himself into.

“Si—” you practically leapt out of your seat, positioning yourself in front of him as you shook your head. “Not at the dinner, please.” You spoke lowly, Simon stared down at you before letting out a scoff. “I don’t give a shit, lovie. Now move out my goddamned way.” He spoke low, his voice deep and gruff, with a hint of irritation that was palpable.

This man was like a volcano that was seriously about to erupt.

And just in a few seconds, Simon’s fist was on your brothers jaw and hell broke loose. Your parents screaming, butlers and your aunts and uncles screaming, Simon wouldn’t let up even with the slightest hint of exhaustion. But the thing was…

He’s been wanting to do this. For a good while.

Ever since you told him about how your brother had been treating you for the past 24 years of your life, he’s held a certain hatred towards him that couldn’t be put out even with the most sincere apology. A heartfelt one at that, one that could make anyone tear up.

His fist connected over and over into your brothers jaw, his knuckles rapping at the skin as his arm moved up and down, up and down, up and down, and after a good minute, one of the men that guarded he house managed to pull Simon off of him.

Blood slicked his knuckles, your brother beaten and battered as he laid on the floor in a daze, just staring at the ceiling as if he has seen God himself… even the holy spirt, you never know. You pulled Simon into the bathroom, and now, here you are. Whisper yelling at him as he washed the blood off of his hands, his knuckles red and swollen.

Would probably be bruised in the morning.

“You done yet?”

“… what?”

“Are you done yet? You’ve been talking for a good 15 minutes.”

… what the hell? He couldn’t just.. talk to you like that, right?… but the thing was, he could, and you’d let him. Just how you’d let him fuck you into oblivion if he had a bad mission and needed to let off some steam, just how you’d let him overstimulate you till the brink of death, just how you’d let him use you how he wanted too.

Because… that’s just how Simon is.

an: this is my first time writing on here, I’m usually writing on wattpad so I don’t rlly know the controls on how to get around, and I’m not the best writer in the world so there’s obviously some kind of twist in how I write, but I like how I write so I hope you like it too.