A Billionaire's Revenge : I'll Prove I'm not Trash

Chapter 14

"Attack him!" Hugo shouted. 

Al had expected that Hugo wouldn't let him go easily. However, he did not expect the execution order to come so quickly.  

One of Hugo's men slammed into his stomach with a hard fist, sending him staggering backward. Before he could catch his breath, another punch landed on his jaw. The salty taste of blood spread in his mouth.  

"Mr. Hugo doesn't like scum like you hanging around."  

Al spat blood onto the floor. "In that case, why don't you do it yourself?" his gaze was sharp, challenging the man standing in front.  

The man grinned, then gestured. Suddenly, the other two restrained Al's arms, allowing the first man to beat his body mercilessly. Their fists landed in his stomach, ribs, and face in rapid succession.  

Al tried to fight back, but with three opponents at once, his movements were limited. Pain pierced every inch of his body, but he gritted his teeth, refusing to give in.  

Just as the man was about to smash his elbow into Al's temple, a gunshot rang through the air.  

"Let him go."  

The cold voice belonged to a man in a black suit, standing in the doorway with several of his men. In an instant, Hugo's men went on alert.  

Those men recognized who had just arrived. Cassie's personal bodyguard.  

One of Cassie's men approached and kicked the man who was beating Al in the chest, causing him to fall backwards. The other two immediately attacked, punching and shooting the knees of Hugo's men, making them fall down screaming in pain.  

One of Cassie's bodyguards knelt down beside Al. "Mr. Al, are you able to stand up?"  

Al wiped the blood from the corner of his lips, then nodded. With the help of the bodyguard, he managed to get up, even though his entire body felt crushed.  

Hugo's remaining men hurriedly retreated.  

"Tell Hugo," Al's voice was hoarse, but full of anger. "If he thinks I'm just some poor guy who can be stepped on, he's dead wrong."  

Hugo's still-conscious men gave him a sharp look, then dragged the bodies of their injured friends out of the room.  

Al took a deep breath, trying to endure the pain in his body.  

One of Cassie's bodyguards looked at him. "We were ordered to take you back home."  

Al stared at them. "Cassie sent you guys?"  

The man nodded.  

Al smiled slightly, even though his lips were torn and sore. Cassie really never let her guard down.  

***  

Cassie stood up from the sofa as soon as she saw Al enter the house. Her eyes widened in horror at the sight of her husband's face covered in bruises and blood.  

"Al!" Cassie rushed over, grabbing his face carefully. "What did they do to you?"  

Al smiled faintly. "Just a little physical training."  

Cassie glared. "Physical training? This is more like attempted murder!"  

Al sighed, then held Cassie's trembling hand. "I'm still alive. That's all that matters."  

Cassie took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Cassie's face hardened. "That bastard really went too far."  

Al touched her shoulder, making Cassie turn her head. "Don't do anything rash."  

Cassie gave him a deep look. "I can't keep quiet after this, Al."  

Al grasped her hand tightly. "I know. But we have to act smart, not with emotion."  

Cassie paused, then finally nodded slowly.  

"Now," Al smiled despite the bruises on his face, "help me clean up before my face becomes unrecognizable."  

Cassie snorted, then pulled him into the bathroom.  

***  

While sitting on the edge of the bed, Al let Cassie compress his face gently.  

"You should learn self-defense," Cassie said suddenly.  

Al looked at her. "What?"  

Cassie looked at him seriously. "You just almost died today. I can't let that happen again."  

Al chuckled. "I've survived this long without martial arts."  

Cassie pressed the ice against his cheek harder, making Al grimace.  

"You almost died this time, Al." Her voice weakened. "I didn't want to lose you, you were my only hope..."  

Al looked into his wife's eyes. He knew how scared Cassie was. Even though this marriage was only a contract.

"I'll learn," he said finally. "But you also have to take care of yourself. I'll make sure Hugo pays for everything."