Trash Son-in-law is the Almighty Marshal

CHAPTER 8

A few moments later, the same security guards Marcus had encountered outside came running into the hall.

They hurried toward Gerard and stopped in front of him, bowing slightly. “Sir, is there a problem?”

Gerard pointed at Marcus. “I want you to deal with this loser right here. Beat him till I tell you to stop. If I haven’t ordered you to stop, don’t stop.”

Marcus’s gaze alternated between the guards and Gerard, then he raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, I think this is—”

His words hung in his throat as one of the guards grabbed him and dragged him down from the stage. His body slammed against the floor, and the beating began.

A punch landed repeatedly in his gut, and then to his shoulders and chest. Marcus groaned and curled up instinctively as the punches were soon followed by kicks to his ribs, groin and legs.

“Stop!” He cried out, raising both arms to shield his face.

“Please, just—”

Another kick landed to his side, cutting him off and knocking the breath out of him. The guards took turns beating him while the guests watched intently.

“Serves him right!”

“That’s what happens when you don’t know your place.”

“Scum like him shouldn’t be shown mercy!”

Marcus tried to crawl away, but one of the guards caught the back of his shirt and dragged him back across the floor.

His vision began to blur as blood ran from his temple. His nose was bleeding, and his lower lip was busted. He tried to hoist himself up again, but another kick sent him back to the ground.

Gerard and Katie watched without a trace of sympathy. Belinda watched too, her eyes glinting with malicious satisfaction. Even Jeremy’s hands were trembling as though they itched to join in on the action.

Eventually, Gerard raised his hand. “Stop.”

The guards immediately paused and stepped back.

Katie frowned and tilted her head at him. “Why so soon? He’s barely been taught a lesson.”

Belinda nodded. “I agree. He deserves much more than that.”

Gerard gave them a reassuring smile. “Relax. I’m not finished.”

He then extended his hand toward Katie. “Come with me.”

A curious Katie placed her hand in his, and he led her down the stage. They stopped beside Marcus’s curled up form on the floor.

He slowly lowered his arms from shielding his face and looked up at them.

“W-what is t-this,” he managed through the pain shooting across his body. “A-are you t-trying to k-kill m-me?”

“Weakling,” Katie scoffed as her eyes roamed over his bruised, trembling body.

“This is nothing,” Gerard smirked maliciously. “The real fun begins now.”

He turned to one of the security guards. “Give my fiancé your baton.”

The guard handed it to Katie without hesitation.

Marcus groaned, clutching his side as he slowly tried to sit up, but Gerard gestured to the guards.

“Hold him down.”

The guards immediately restrained Marcus. One seized his left arm and leg while the other seized his right arm and leg.

“Hey,” Marcus protested, but the men had him pinned to the ground.

Gerard looked at Katie. “You spent years being trapped in a marriage you never wanted. Years being held back by him.

He handed her the baton. “This is your chance to let all that frustration and anger out. Don’t hold back.”

Katie grabbed the baton, and her grip tightened around it as she glared down at Marcus with a look of determination.

Then she swung with full force, and the first blow landed on Marcus’s shoulder.

“Ahh!” He cried out, but it only seemed to fuel Katie more.

“You ruined my life!” Another blow landed.

“You held me back!” She swung again.

“I wasted years because of you!” Her chest heaved rapidly as her anger took control.

A feral look appeared in her eyes as she raised the baton above her head and brought it down with every last drop of strength in her.

A loud crack resounded as the baton slammed against Marcus’s head.

His head jerked violently to the side, and a sharp ringing sound exploded inside his ears.

“Fuckk!” His scream reverberated through the hall.

His already blurry vision became darker and his body went limp beneath the guards' grasps.

Gerard immediately noticed this, and he placed a hand on Katie’s arm, stopping her swing mid-air.

“I think that’s enough, babe.”

Katie slowly lowered the baton, and for a moment, she just stood there, staring at Marcus’s bloodied state. Then she stepped back and her grip on the baton loosened.

“You’ve done excellently well,” Gerard praised as he took the baton from her.

Katie breathed in relief as she looked up at him. “I really do feel better.”

She looked back at Marcus, her expression blank and unremorseful. “What happens now?”

Gerard simply hummed and gestured to a waiter passing by with a glass of water.

The waiter hurried over and Gerard took the glass of water from the tray and poured it over Marcus’s face.

Marcus jolted awake with a gasp and broke into a frantic cough.

Gerard ignored his coughing fit and looked toward Belinda. “It’s your turn now, Mrs Johnson.”

Belinda’s face instantly lit up. She took the baton and lunged at Marcus.

“This is for every year you made my daughter’s life miserable!” She struck the baton against his thigh and leg repeatedly.

Marcus’s face contorted in pain. Every attempt he made to dodge the strikes was fruitless because the guards had an iron grip on him.

“And this is for being a useless husband!” The baton came down on him again.

“And this is for every embarrassment you’ve brought to this family!”

Marcus barely reacted anymore. His bloodied shirt clung to his body, and his fingers twitched weakly against the floor.

At this point, some of the guests began shifting in their seats as they felt uncomfortable with the escalating violence.

Gerard quickly observed this. He also caught some people reaching for their phones.

“Oh no, no. No need for those,” He urged calmly. “We’re simply teaching a pauper his place, which is beneath us. You all saw how arrogant, disruptive and dangerous he was becoming.”

“Yes,” Katie joined in, trying to hide the nervousness in her voice. “This man really put me through a lot of emotional torture. I’m only repaying him in his own coin.”

Belinda, who had already paused her attack on Marcus, turned to the guests. “This is how we treat losers like him in our society,” she added. “He’s worthless. It doesn’t matter what happens to him.”

As expected, the guests began to put down their phones.

“She’s right. Trash should be treated like what they are!” Someone scoffed.

“Indeed,” another agreed. “This will be a lesson to others of his kind. There will always be a huge gap between high society like us and commoners like him.”

Other guests murmured in agreement, and the Johnsons, as well as Gerard sighed in relief.

“I think that’s enough fun now,” Gerard announced and gestured to the guards. “Get him out of here. Katie’s event has to continue.”

The guards grabbed Marcus and a dark trail of blood followed his body as they dragged him across the floor.

When they got outside, they threw him into the back of their security van, emptied his pockets and drove away.

A few minutes later, the van stopped in a dark alley several streets away.

The guards dragged Marcus out and dumped his half-conscious body beside a dumpster like a sack of potatoes.

Then they drove off.

Marcus remained motionless on the cold and rough ground. His breathing was shallow, and his eyes were half-open.

“Mmmh…” a faint groan escaped his lips as pain shot through his skull. He doubled over, clutching his hair as the throbbing intensified and a flash of memories rushed through his mind.

A young woman suddenly appeared from the corner of the alley carrying a bag of trash from the diner where she worked.

She walked toward the dumpster, and because the alley was dark, she didn’t see Marcus lying beside it.

That is, until her foot bumped into him. A weak groan slipped from his lips and the woman froze.

She slowly looked down and her eyes widened as she saw Marcus.

“Oh my God!” She dropped the trash bag and crouched beside him.

“Sir? Sir, are you okay?” She asked, concern and panic creeping onto her features.

Marcus’s eyelids fluttered, and his lips moved. “Please…”

His voice was almost inaudible. “Help me.”

Then his eyes rolled back, and before the woman could say another word, Marcus lost consciousness .