04. Call Security, now

‘What a wonderful surprise at the underground last night, William. Looking forward to seeing you again. ^⁠_⁠^’

There was a video attached to the text. A video of two people in a very questioning position.

William stared at the message, clenching his phone hard in his tight grip.

Someone would go the extra mile to send threats when he could very well run the underground pit to the fucking ground?

More pictures loaded and this time, it wasn't just him and that spoiled brat. It was pictures of him, Drew and Jeremy in the crowd watching the game.

This wasn't just a message, this was a fucking threat!

Fuck! Someone was onto him and it was fucking good.

If news got to HQ, everyone else would be unaffected but him! They wouldn't wait to throw hands in his face and strip him of his rank.

The bastards had been waiting for an opportunity for years!

Pausing right before taking the turn to the chairman's office, William stared daggers at the message as he contemplated what to do.

His hands were suddenly tied, his rank on the line, and he knew the last thing he could do was match blindly to the chairman's office and lay his complaints.

“That’s not going to fucking work!” He groaned.

Andrew and Jeremy were from prestigious families just like Elijah and their families were shareholders in the agency. HQ wouldn't just let them go over something ‘minor’ that could easily be dealt with but him?

Being the son of a nobody on a rich man's land left you at the mercy of all the others.

New plan!

William retreated, his chance of getting rid of Elijah slipping farther and farther away as he moved away from the office. A once in a lifetime opportunity now looked impossible and a slap to his face.

His hatred for the pest on his team doubled, stabbed his heart with all the bitterness and malice he had held on for ten years.

William ignored everyone's greetings and warm welcome, storming towards the training room where he knew he could find the bastard early in the morning.

He slammed his card on the side of the door-

‘Welcome, team leader 001,’ the automatic voice rolled out as the door rolled open.

The sound of harsh blows cracked the silence of the white training room. The leader of another team was at one corner with a dummy, demonstrating to two others on his team.

There were a few people here and there hanging about in the room but William scanned the place until he laid eyes on him.

“Sir,” someone appeared by his side. “Would you like to spar with me?”

Elijah was all by himself punching the shit out of a dummy, hard enough to draw the attention of everyone. They all looked scared of him and the tension in the room rose even further when William stepped in.

It was very rare to have the two in the same room.

“No, Joseph. Get everyone out, I need some time alone,” William almost growled, startling the young dominant alpha.

He turned his head in the direction of William's gaze and his heart sank.

“S-Sir-”

But William was already walking away, heading to Elijah who had his back turned to the world as he punched away his fury.

“Get out, now!” Joseph whispered to the others and they immediately got moving, looking back at the two with a worried look.

“Call security, now!” hell was about to break loose.

There was one rule in HQ that everyone worshipped with their life.

“Hey!” William barked, fury dripping in his tone as he hastened his steps. Elijah paused and turned just before a hard blow connected to his jaw.

‘Never leave these two alone in a fucking room.’

With the unexpected blow, Elijah lost his balance, crashing to the floor on his ass. His lip ripped and he tasted blood but giving no time to recover, he jumped to his feet and rushed at William, throwing him to the ground.

Grunts and punches filled the air as the two struggled to top. They rolled around on the floor, each taking turns to sit on the other then unleash their fist.

“Get out of my fucking face!” Elijah groaned just as William flipped him over but this time, pinning his hands again above his head just like last night.

Was this his fucking kink? “Unhand me!”

“Do you know what you've fucking done?” William asked coldly, staring down at the venom underneath him who squirmed like a worm.

For a tough guy, he was surprisingly weak but that was one thing William had always known. He knew his weaknesses and his strengths.

The best way to keep Elijah in check was right under him.

He tried to throw him off again but William pressed his full weight against him, rendering him useless.

“I have nothing to say to you!” Elijah hissed, hating the vulnerability that came with Williams' strength.

“Well I have a whole fucking lot!” He leaned down, close enough for their breaths to mix. “We need to talk.”

A headbutt almost reset his brain but his grip didn't loosen. He returned the favour, knocking Elijah's head between his head and the hard floor behind him.

That made him drop and stop struggling. Sensing his submission, William growled, “Did you get a fucking text this morning?”

Elijah shot him a glare that could send everyone else on their heels but certainly not him. “Is it the one about your funeral in a few days?”

“Haha,” he threw in one more punch to his humourless laugh, enjoying as the brat groaned against him but made no attempt to move.

“I asked you a fucking question!”

“Fuck. You-” his eyes widened when he smelled it and he tensed.

William's pheromones.

Fucking dominant Alpha pheromones. His body burned with disgust and he groaned, weakness seeping through his veins.

William let him suffer for a while before he asked again when he was sure he would get a reply.

“Did you get a text this morning about us in the fucking locker room in the underground pit?” He asked again. “And don't even say my mom sent it to you.”

That was exactly what Elijah was going to say but he shut his mouth and groaned, “Yes,” his voice was small but heavy with contempt.

“Good. You're gonna fix it. I don't care how but you're going to get me that CCTV footage and you're going to crush it or else--”

“Or else what?” Elijah scoffed, weakly. “You think I don't have something to lose too? Just last night you were threatening to expose me. Why the fuck should I help you?”

“Because I still have that video in my hands and I can ruin you.”

Once again, the fear returned to his eyes and he masked it too late. “Do as you wish.”

Groaning, William circled his throat and pressed hard on it. “Don't fucking dare me, Elijah!” He yelled in his face. “If I'm going down, you're fucking going down with me! Let's see how daddy likes it when you show up on the news. What'd you think he'll fucking say.”

Nothing. His father's silence would drill him faster than his abusive words but Elijah couldn't resist so he cracked out with his last strength, “At least I fucking have one.”

William blacked out, his hand pressing harder on Elijah's throat. Watching him choke wasn't satisfying enough so he punched him hard enough to make his nose bleed.

He pulled himself up before his hands would kill him. That would only mean more trouble—

No, scratch that. He raised his knee and brought it down hard on Elijah's face.

Elijah dodged before the heavy foot could hit him. He rolled out of the way with the little strength he had.

“Don’t make me fucking come back here. Come out and let's go. You're gonna fix it,” William glared at him as he got to his feet.

Just then the door barged open and a dozen of security teams rushed in with tear gas in their hands and their batons, but they arrived too late to the show.

William wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth as he strode out of the training room and shortly after, Elijah followed, glaring at everyone who hung around, waiting for the two to be dragged off each other.

The shocked look on their faces to see the two walking out on their own two feet instead of being dragged out like the last time ten years ago, was memorable.

“Are they heading in the same direction?”

“M-Maybe.”

“Oh dear God. They won't stop until one of them dies, won't they?”

Elijah tried not to limp his way down the hall, not when prying eyes were still fixated on his back. He kept his murderous gaze on William’s tall just ahead of him.

He was a smaller frame compared to William and he hated it.

In ten years, William surpassed him in everything. He just knew his father couldn't wait to rub today's incident in his fucking face.

They made it to the parking lot with no one lurking around to spy on them.

“What are you doing?” Elijah asked when he noticed William was standing next to his car. No way was he riding with this egoistic macho man. “Step away from my car, you asshole.”