14 Who the Hell Made Him Her Knight In Shining Armor

Luke glared at the man in front of him as watched his shake up off his jacket. Boss was actually going to fight him huh. Finally,he thought, someone who was a worthy opponent. Luke began tugging off his jacket anxiously and prepared to face off against his new boss.

The two men paced around each other like caged lines, watching one another as they seized each other up. The air was immediately tense as all eyes in the room turned to watch. Exactly who was this kid who was brave enough to challenge the big boss of Satan's Foot Soldiers. He had to be either crazy or have a death wish.

Meanwhile Charlie and Cage stood there almost in shock, each of them aware of the competitors skills. They watched as their friends faced off against each other trying to determine who would strike first.

Charlie was anxious. He watched Luke tense up like tiger ready to strike and held his breath uncertain if he should interrupt. Luke was the closest thing to a brother he had. He had personally trained him but he wasn't certain whether all that training was a match for his ruthless boss.

Cage on the other hand had no intentions of stopping them. Anyone in the gang new the consequences of challenging the boss. It simply wasn't done. If you had the balls to challenge him then you had better be sure to backup your words with fists. If you couldn't do something as simple as that, well you were better off dead than challenging the boss.

Luke was prancing around Hunter, hunger in his eyes and impatience. It was perhaps his biggest flaw. He moved in swiftly swinging his left leg at his Hunters knees attempting to knock him balance.

Charlie countered with pivot, his leg snaking up out of Luke's reach while he jumped his heel coming meant to come down on Luke's left shoulder..

Accept it didn't..

Luke had barely just moved out of the way and in the space of time it took him to dodge Charlie had blocked the kick on his own, blocking it with his forearm.

Luke was furious! This b*stard! WHO DID HE THINK HE WAS! Before Charlie had a chance to react or think Luke came down on him with fury of a tornado. His right swinging up and connecting directly with his jaw almost knocking him.

Charlie blinked. His eyes going wide in disbelief as his brow narrowed. What the actual f*ck just happened? In all the years he had known him, Luke had never hit him. Then again, he had never seen Luke this angry.

Normally Hunter would have interrupted them and knocked them both out. Looking at things though, this seemed to be an internal struggle. There was no need for him to dirty his hands. He merely looked at the two men before spitting at the ground by their feet.

"You get one chance. Next time, you both die."

With that he walked off, a slightly crooked smile curling his lips. He hadn't had a chance to challenge his new little toy but that didn't matter. He had plenty of time.

"Assh*le!!" Luke growled out at Charlie. Luke was almost vibrating with rage at this point. "What was that? Who the f*co do you think you are?!* Luke vented, swinging another punch at Charlie, this time hitting him square in the solar plexus.

Charlie just blinked while trying to regain his breath. Who was this demon that turned on him so quickly. Not just once but twice, he had been hit twice by the kid whom he considered family. Most people would be grateful. Charlie spit out some blood from his mouth silent as he watched Luke pick up his coat and storm off.

He could only shake his head and watch him leave. Had it been anyone else, he would have stood back, what was it about this guy that made him lose his objectivity?

...…..

After some time Luke had found his way home. He was still so mad he was almost vibrating from the rage, it was all he could do to open the door quietly so as not to wake his grandfather.

He took a sharp breath, filling his lungs to capacity, and then slowly let the air out. It was the first time he could remember ever being this angry at Charlie. He just didn't get it. What was he thinking. Luke didnt need anyones protection. He didn't need anyone at all.

Having crept up the stairs he entered his room at this his grandfathers. The room itself was pretty baren. A few articles of clothing, a bed school books and laptop. After kicking off his shoes he immediately went to the sink to wash off his make up and rinse out the gel.

Moments later he stood with the shower running, slowly unwinding the bandage from his chest a pile of bloodied clothes lay on the floor and Amalia stepped into the shower, cringing as the water cascaded over her battered knuckles.

There wasn't enough hot water in the world though, to ease the tension in her body. She was still so insanely frustrated with Charlie. He was lucky all he got was a punch to the ribs and face.

Hunter was another matter. She seriously wanted to test his skills. It wasn't something that would be easy to do though, especially with Charlie around. Who the hell nominated him her knight in shining armor?

It bloody well wasn't her.

Heaving a frustrated sigh Amalia dropped herself on the bed faced down, hugged her pillow and went to sleep. Tomorrow was another day.