The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Trash

The moment Marcus finished speaking, the car window shattered with a loud crash.

Christine stared in shock as a safety hammer smashed through the front windshield, sending glass shards flying across the front seats. In the next instant, a man’s arm reached in, and Marcus was yanked by his collar with a white-knuckled grip, pulling him toward the broken window.

Christine looked outside, instinctively expecting Adrian, but saw an only vaguely familiar face instead – someone she recognized but couldn’t place in her panicked state.

Within seconds, Marcus was dragged out through the windshield like a rag doll, everything happening too fast for him to resist.

As soon as he was out, the tall man slammed a fist into his stomach. The impact made a sickening thud that Christine could hear clearly from inside.

His piercing screams shattered the quiet alley like a wounded beast.

Christine shrank back into the rear seat, too scared to look or get out. Her trembling hands searched for her phone that Marcus had grabbed earlier and dropped.

From outside came Marcus’s angry shouts: “”You fucking Adrian! Fight me yourself, you piece of shit! What kind of pussy sends his guard dog!”

Thomas answered with another punch, and this time Marcus couldn’t even scream. The alley fell silent.

Christine froze. Yes, that man was Thomas – she knew him, he was Adrian’s bodyguard.

Which meant – Adrian knew she was here.

She told herself to stay calm, not to panic, as her shaking fingers opened the phone to call the police.

Before she could dial, she heard a car racing toward them. The next moment, a black car screeched to a halt barely two feet away.

Christine looked up anxiously as the door flew open. There stood Adrian, his cedar cologne washing over her. In the dim headlights, his handsome face was frighteningly dark. He grabbed her phone mid-dial, tossed it to James behind him, then tilted his head toward his Maybach with a curt command: “Get in.”

Christine finally felt her racing heart slow down. After being tense for so long, her eyes welled up with tears.

She obediently got out of the car. James helped her into the Maybach, handing her a soft fleece blanket that was still warm, as if it carried traces of Adrian’s body heat.

“Don’t worry, the boss will handle everything.”

“Thank you.”

Christine nodded gratefully, wrapping herself in the blanket. Only then did she notice her fingertips were ice-cold and her whole body was shaking.

From the back seat, Christine watched through the windshield as Adrian walked toward Marcus, giving Thomas a slight nod.

Thomas released his grip on Marcus’s collar. As Marcus slumped to his knees and tried to crawl away, Adrian stepped on the back of his head, grinding his face against the cold, rough asphalt. Marcus let out agonized screams.

Christine realized why Adrian hadn’t let her call the police: Was he going to…?

Worried someone might get killed, she carefully opened the car door, still wrapped in the blanket, to check what was happening.

Thomas’s punches had done their work. Marcus’s golden-rimmed glasses were crooked, his forehead was cut, and blood trickled from his nose. After Adrian’s kicks, his face was swollen – nothing like the disgusting smirk he’d worn minutes ago.

Keeping his foot pressed down, Adrian calmly dialed his phone and spoke to Victor, who was at home: “Uncle, I’m cleaning up your trash for you.”

Victor had just finished dinner when his son’s screams and the sound of crushing bones came through the phone.

“You fucking dare! Adrian, I’ll fucking kill you!”

Seconds later, Victor’s furious roar rang out clearly for everyone to hear, including Christine. The sound of breaking cups and bowls followed.

“Don’t forget Marcus is your brother! Your father promised me he’d treat -”

Adrian cut him off coldly: “You can tell that to my father yourself.”

Adrian’s father had died six years ago – he was telling Victor to go die.

“You… you… you…”

Victor sputtered in rage, his voice shaking. After stammering, he finally screamed: “Who the fuck do you think you are, you little shit! You ain’t nothing but a worthless piece of garbage! Look at your fucking dead face – you dare lay a hand on my son? I swear to fucking God, if I don’t get you beaten to death today, I ain’t a fucking Blackwood!”

Then he yelled at his bodyguards: “Get me some men, now!”

Worried Adrian might lose control at Victor’s words, Thomas stepped forward to offer him a cigarette and lit it.

The November air was freezing cold. In the stagnant air, dim yellow lights cast shadows across Adrian’s face.

He wore a crisp black coat and dark gray scarf. Even in this crude alley, with a bleeding man at his feet, he maintained his elegant composure.

Christine watched him from afar – tall and handsome, holding his cigarette with one hand, his cold tone masking a terrifying danger, like a volcano about to erupt.

He exhaled a stream of smoke, his voice colder than the air: “Uncle, perhaps you don’t know – I’m the one funding the family now. Everything, big or small, goes through me. When Marcus does something like this, of course I’ll handle it.”

He bent down and pressed the burning cigarette into Marcus’s bleeding forehead wound, dropping another bombshell: “If you make a mistake, I’ll handle you the same way.”

Marcus, already beaten half-dead, let out a piercing scream, his hands flailing uselessly in the air as he howled for help.

Adrian frowned slightly and silenced him with his shoe.

On the other end of the phone, Victor was going insane with rage. Everyone could hear his hoarse roaring: “A woman! He just wanted a woman! What the fuck are you going crazy for? How is that wrong?!”

“A woman?”

Adrian’s gaze lowered: “Other women, fine, I don’t care. Christine – no.”

Christine’s heart skipped a beat at his words.

She couldn’t understand his meaning. Was it for the baby? For Ethan? For her? Confusion made her body tremble even more.

Victor laughed bitterly: “Motherfucker! Ethan’s still lying in bed, and here you are, moving heaven and earth for his pregnant wife! How are you any different from Marcus? Hahaha, how are you any different?! What gives you the right?! What, is Christine your woman?!”

Adrian was silent for a few seconds.

In the lamplight, he lifted his head to look at Christine, standing by the car several meters away.

He tilted his chin up slightly, revealing his sharp, stern profile. In the pitch-black night, she could only see his bottomless dark eyes and tightly pressed thin lips. He seemed angry, yet somehow emotionless at the same time.

She just stared at him blankly, her eyes red, body trembling, like the only peach blossom blooming in this winter night.

Adrian turned his head, his voice deep: “… Yes, she is mine.”

Christine’s heart seized, her blood nearly freezing in her veins.

No… Adrian had said it. Why would he do this?! Now they all knew, the whole Blackwood family would know… Rebecca would know, Ethan would know… that his child was hers and Adrian’s…

Christine’s vision darkened, and she swayed on her feet. James quickly caught her and helped her into the car’s back seat.

Now both Victor on the phone and Marcus on the ground knew the truth – Christine, Ethan’s wife, was Adrian’s woman.

Their suspicions were confirmed. It seemed unbelievable, yet undeniably true.

Marcus had only himself to blame for being too reckless, thinking Christine was helpless. He’d dared to set his sights on Adrian’s woman. Closing his eyes in despair, Marcus knew he’d be lucky to survive this, let alone walk again. He screamed with all his remaining strength: “Dad! IAugustine Hospital! Come quick-”

Another kick from Adrian, and this time, Victor heard ribs cracking through the phone.

Adrian gazed coldly into the blank night: “Uncle, don’t waste your time – the trash needs taking out.”