Chapter five.

Arya's POV.

Martin quickly pulled away from me and faced him with a smile on his face.

Everything about this man is creepy as hell, I mean he has a smile on his face when he has just been caught trying to force himself on his brother's woman.

"Relax bro," I was only having a discussion with my future sister in law," he shrugged.

 "Oh yeah? Having a discussion with her caged in between your hands? That must really be some important discussion," Lucas snapped, the anger in his voice was undeniably evident.

Okay, I don't like where this is going.

I quickly walked over to Lucas and grabbed his hands, at this point, I wasn't concerned about how I felt as our hands came in contact, I just needed to get him out of here immediately before the situation escalated.

"Lucas, please let's go," I muttered staring at him with pleading eyes.

"Man, take your bitch and leave already," Martin suddenly blurted out.

Wait, what?

Did he just call me that?

"What did you just call her?" Lucas gritted marching towards him.

I don't think I have any control over this anymore.

Martin could have just simply kept his mouth shut and the situation wouldn't have gotten to this.

 Lucas growled loudly as he approached him, and that was an indication that this is not going to end well.

"Lucas please, I'm begging you, let's just go," I pleaded clutching onto his hands but he shrugged my hands off swiftly.

"Stand back babydoll," he muttered before turning around to face Martin.

"I dare you Martin, if you are truly a Griffin, let those words slip out of your mouth again," he gritted.

"And you are gonna do what? Fight me for calling her a bitch? Isn't that what she...

The rest of his sentence was caught up on his throat as Lucas's hard fist came in contact with his face.

I cringed from where I stood, I would have lost a tooth or two if I was the one that received such force of a fist on my face.

That is if I managed to still be alive.

Martin staggered backward, then lunged forward, throwing a punch at Lucas.

Lucas avoided it swiftly, grabbing his neck and tossed him on the floor, he climbed over him quickly and started releasing series of heavy punches on his face.

It was a terrifying scene to watch.

I let out a sharp scream hoping that someone could hear me.

"Lucas, that's enough, you are going to kill him!" I yelled.

He didn't spare me a glance, his focus was on Martin as he continued punching him.

"Lucas please!" I screamed at the top of my voice.

I suddenly heard footsteps behind and I quickly snapped my head towards the direction of the footsteps hoping it would be anyone that could separate the brutal fight.

If a second more is delayed, Martin might not survive. 

Thankfully, it was the rest of his brothers together with their father.

"What's going on here?" His father asked.

"They got into a fight, please do something to separate them already, Lucas is going to kill him," I cried out.

To my utmost surprise, he stood back with a sly smile on his face watching as the rest of the three brothers struggled to separate the fight.

He made no attempt to help out.

"He is such a weakling letting his brother get at him like that, Lucas never disappoints me," he said.

He seriously is going to take sides while his two sons fought terribly?

What sort of family is this? And what sort of a father is he? 

Thankfully, they were able to pull Lucas away from Martin.

"Let me go, I need to teach this bastard a lesson he will never be able to forget in a hurry!" Lucas growled struggling to break free from their grip.

It was taking everything in them to hold him down.

Martin's face was a mess, his right eye was swollen, blood trickled down his nose and the corner of his lips.

"Okay, that is enough show," his father suddenly blurted out. 

Now, he thinks it's enough?

"What is the meaning of all this?" He turned towards Lucas.

"Why don't you ask your son? He has a perfect explanation for that," Lucas roared angrily.

I shuddered in fright as I watched him breathe heavily, I have never seen someone behave so beastly while angry, he looked like he wanted to tear down the whole building. 

"But you are my son, that is why I'm asking you," his father said and I couldn't resist furrowing my brows at him.

This man is nowhere near being a father figure, I mean how could he be picking out a favorite despite how severe the situation is?

He couldn't even spare Martin who was severely injured a second look.

"Dad, are you really going to do this? This is a critical situation and this is all you could do?" Hardin fired at him

Great, someone actually needed to to tell him that.

"You don't raise your voice at me boy," he spat and I watched as Hardin twitched slightly, recoiling in fright.

Why are they all scared of him except Lucas? Why does he hold so much power over them despite how grown up they all are?

Lucas suddenly pulled himself away from their grip and faced Martin.

"The next time you use such words on my woman, you might not live to tell the tale," he roared.

He walked towards me, grabbing my hands and dragged me away.

***

I sat on the bed watching as Lucas paced to and fro the room, his palm hurled into a fist.

"That bastard," he muttered under his breath.

I felt extremely bashful for being the cause of the whole situation.

If I hadn't left the room to take a walk then Martin wouldn't have seen me and all this wouldn't have happened. 

"Get ready, we are leaving here tomorrow," I heard him say.

I wanted to question his decision, matter of fact, I had so many things I wanted to say to him but I couldn't muster enough courage to look him in the face.

The man standing before me right now, boiling in rage isn't Lucas.

It is a man who almost killed his own brother and I was scared of him.