2026-06-24 12:44:09CHAPTER THREE
How could the poor waiter they had humiliated suddenly become someone who could command people like Geena and Seth?
For the first time that night, real fear crawled into Benjamin’s eyes.
“How dare you! Do you know who my father is? Do you know what my family can do?”
Benjamin’s hands trembled while he unlocked his phone.
“I’ll fucking bury you, Jensen. You’re done!”
The screen lit up. His father’s contact photo.
A stern looking, silver-haired man with a patch over his left eye.
Benjamin hit the video call button with a shaking thumb, stepping over the screaming bodyguard without looking down.
The call connected.
Marcus Starr’s face filled the screen, irritation already spreading as he gazed at his son.
“This had better be good, Benjamin. I’m in the middle of something-”
“Daddy, there’s a problem.” Benjamin’s voice cracked.
“Some lunatic attacked my men. I think he broke my guard’s arms. I need security here, now, before this gets out to the press—”
“Slow the fuck down.” Marcus’s eyes narrowed. “Who attacked you?”
Benjamin hesitated, glancing toward Jensen, who stood watching with the calm of a man enjoying a show he hadn’t paid for.
“It’s… it’s Jensen Pike. Rose's ex. I was just teaching him a lesson that poor bastards shouldn’t have girlfriends. Daddy, you should’ve seen it.“
The other end of the phone went silent.
For a whole six seconds.
“Benjamin...” his father finally answered, slowly, each word trembling. “You imbecile.”
Benjamin froze. “What?”
“Why must you continue to humiliate my name like this? This isn’t the first, second or third time!” Marcus growled.
Benjamin’s mind went blank.
“Daddy…”
“I send you to manage your future, and instead you’re out picking fights with poor street trash at a nightclub like some delinquent who’s never had a single responsible thought in his head. Do you have any idea the damage you might have just caused? To my company?”
Marcus yelled at him again.
“This isn’t going according to plan.”Geena said and chuckled.
“Not one bit.” Jensen scoffed.
“Dad, he’s nobody, he works at a club. You need to help me here!” Benjamin begged.
“I don’t care what he does for a living!” Marcus continued.
“You harass him in public, in front of witnesses, and now you’ve got broken bones and a crowd filming it on their phones? Fuck!” Marcus yelled again.
“I didn’t know… I just… Dad slow down please…” Benjamin sniffled.
“You’re a fucking disgrace. Apologize to him. Right now.”
Benjamin’s mouth fell open. “Apologize? To Jensen?”
“On your knees, Benjamin, so you can remember this pain. Do it now, before I disown you and watch you discover exactly how little your last name is worth without my signature on it.”
The threat was certain.
“Dad, you can’t be serious. ”
“Try me.” Marcus’s eyes had gone feral. “I will have the lawyers draft you out of the will before sunrise. Test me again and find out.”
Then with a final note, Marcus added. “You still have siblings, Benjamin. Do not forget that.”
Benjamin’s jaw locked , humiliation and panic warring across his face. The crowd that had scattered during the fight had drifted back, phones already raised, hungry for the next act.
Slowly, Benjamin lowered himself to his knees on the cracked pavement.
He looked at Jensen as people gasped.
“I... I’m sorry,” he said, voice barely audible.
Jensen said nothing. He simply watched, arms crossed, the same unreadable expression on his face as when the fight had started.
“Louder!” Marcus snapped through the phone, watching the whole spectacle from a screen Benjamin was forced to hold up himself like evidence against his own dignity.
“Let him hear you mean it.”
“I’m sorry!” Benjamin’s voice cracked on the second attempt. He sniffled as cameras flashed on his face.
“Now,” Marcus continued, “slap yourself three times. So he understands exactly how seriously this family takes what you’ve done.”
Benjamin’s head snapped up. “Dad!”
“Three bloody times, Benjamin.”
“Benny, stop this. He’s not worth your dignity-“
Rose’s voice cut in, stepping forward despite the bruise already darkening her own jaw from earlier.
“Stay the fuck out of this!”
Benjamin’s head whipped toward her, fury replacing humiliation in an instant.
“I’m trying to help you.”
“You’re the reason I’m on my knees in an alley!” he snapped, voice cracking with rage.
“If you hadn’t insisted on rubbing it in his face tonight, none of this would’ve happened. You’re nothing but a cheap slut who can’t keep her mouth shut, and now I’m paying for it.”
Rose’s face went pale.
“Excuse me? You’re the one who planned that whole humiliation-“
“Shut up!” Benjamin roared. “Just shut the fuck up.”
He turned back to the phone, jaw tight, eyes burning with unshed tears of pure disgrace.
Slowly, he raised his hand.
Slap!
The crowd’s murmur swelled.
Slap!!
His cheek had gone red, a thin line of blood at the corner of his mouth where a ring had caught skin.
Sniffling, he lunged again.
Slap!!!
The third landed harder than the first two combined, like he was trying to end his own humiliation through sheer force.
“Good,” Marcus said, voice utterly devoid of sympathy. “Now get in a cab and come home. I can see your car’s wrecked. You fool.”
The call ended.
Benjamin knelt there for a long moment, breathing hard, cheek swelling, the entire alley watching in silence broken only by the soft click of phone cameras still recording every second of it.
Jensen finally spoke with a soft smile.
“You should listen to your father more often.”
His voice was almost gentle in its cruelty.
Geena chuckled in amusement. “Well that was a show. Ha!”
Benjamin glared at Jensen as he stood to his feet. He sniffled, cameras flashing continuously on his face.
“This isn’t fucking over, Jensen.”
Benjamin muttered and dashed off, hiding his face as people pointed and laughed at him.
Rose stumbled after him, one heel broken, with her hand pressed to her bleeding mouth.
The pride she’d walked out of that club was completely gone.
“Benjamin, wait.” She called after him.
“Fuck off!”
“Seth.” Geena’s gaze followed the two miserable figures as they fled. Her smile faded. She had no intention of letting them escape so easily. “Go after them.”
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