PUNCHES IN THE CLUB

"Why shouldn't I?" Jack narrows his eyes at him. "Have you forgotten that the first day you met me, you almost peed in your pants too?"

"It's nothing like the day I met you, Jack. It's nothing like the day you claimed ownership of me. This is different. Way different."

"Different in what way, Richard?" Jack laughs, the tension on his face easing slightly.

Each time he remembers the day he claimed ownership of Richard Anderson, it makes him laugh so much that tears start dribbling down his cheeks. It is a memory he can't seem to forget, doesn't think he will.

Richard bows his head knowing why Jack is laughing at him. It is a memory that always gets him embarrassed and sad each time he remembers it, a memory that sometimes makes him feel like a fool and not man enough just like Lucien's action is already and will forever make him feel. "The aura I felt around Lucien is an aura of a high martial arts expert Jack. He is nothing like the fighters you've ever experienced before. If I didn't