The Deal

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Emily's POV

The ride back home was me being a bundle of anxiety, hoping that everything would be okay. The guys always played around like this and someone almost always got hurt, how on earth could we have thought that leaving six grown men alone for a few hours would be safe? We were obviously drastically mistaken.

When we pulled up I quickly ran out of the car and into the house where I saw David sitting on the stairs crying while Samuel tried to sooth him.

"It's okay It's okay! I-It's not that bad, you can't stab me back if you want to! Please stop crying you're gonna make it worse for me!" Samuel pleased.

Jacob has a towel pressed firmly against David's upper arm and I could tell David was panicking.

"Emily!" He cried out. Samuels eyes widened as his head snapped over to me. I quickly looked over to Emilio and calmly said "Give me your belt."

Emilios eyes widened and quickly took off his belt and handed it to me. Samuel let out a shriek as I chased after him with the belt firmly in my hand, ready to beat the shit out of him.

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While I was dealing with Samuel, the guys were taking care of David. Luckily Sam didn't cut him too deep but it was deep enough for David to need stitches.

By the time I was down with Sam he had red marks on his arms from the belt and me whipping him from afar as he tried to get away. He finally stopped running and made a deal with me, he'd do whatever I wanted him to do for a week as long as I stopped beating him with the belt.

I mean... a week off of cooking and cleaning? Sign me up.

We were all in the dining room eating fried chicken tenders from some family owned chicken business down the street. They were really good and no one was talking. Of course Jaxon had to ruin the silence.

"So how was the quick tour?" He asked before stuffing an entire tender in his mouth.

"I cancelled the reservation. We'll figure somewhere else to go after the reception." Emilio said and the guys all nodded. No one really cared, I guess Jaxon just didn't like how quiet it was because he spoke again.

"So Jacob, how are you feeling?" There was a pause before Jaxon continued because even Jacob was confused. "Health wise I mean. How are your wounds healing? Obviously I don't care about your mental health."

That caused a snicker to fall from everyone's mouth as Jacob frowned. "Well I'm not sure if I should be offended or happy that you at least care about my physical health.."

Jaxon shrugged and began eating again before Jacob continued.

"Since you asked, Ive been doing much better-" Before Jacob could continue Jaxon then spoke up again with his annoyingly deep voice. "Actually I lied, I don't care at all."

Jacob gave him a faked hurt look before flipping him off and eating again. "Hey Jaxon wanna know something probably already don't?" I asked with a sickeningly sweet smile.

Jaxon rolled his eyes before looking up at me. "Sure smarty pants, tell me what I probably don't already know." Sarcasm was laced in his voice as he smiled and flared at me at the same time.

"Having a dick and being one, are two completely different things, it should be in your pants, not your personality." I once again sent a smile his way and he sent a deathly glare towards me.

All the guys sent out "oooh's", taunting the poor boy.

"You just got absolutely roasted!" Henry laughed as he pointed to Jaxon.