Chapter 3 First Encounter

[Gadot Fighting Arena]

The overwhelming screams from the onlookers nearly blocked out Colt's hearing as he entered the arena with Nickolas.

It's popular in New York for hosting the most dangerous fights, and it's like a home for heavily built guys from different countries.

They come there to fight, weigh each other's abilities and blow off steam, and in there, Tristan is the alpha.

He might be the third prince of this city, but his spirit only stays active whenever there's a fight.

He loves vandalism and dangerous stunts so much, right from when he was young.

He's in the middle of the fighting ring with a giant guy, and the fight is at the climax right now.

In the next two minutes, the winner will be determined, so the screams from the watchers went louder.

* Tristan Clifford!

* Tristan Clifford!!!

Only the hailing of his name could be heard as he's bashing his opponent in and out in every visible spot on his skin.

Most of the crowd are girls who came to catch a glimpse of the fighting lion, and when they saw the other two princes, the place became chaotic.

* Damn! That's Prince Nickolas!

* Who's that hottie beside him?

* That's the second prince, Colt.

* Jeez! Why are they all so darn hot?

From the middle of the ring, Tristan's eyes caught his brothers, and only the sight of Colt boosted his energy.

He gave his opponent a finishing kick on the chest, and the guy landed violently on the ground, making another shriek erupt.

Tristan didn't even wait for his medal. He jumped out of the ring, down the stage where he hugged Colt despite his sweaty body.

"Eew! Get a towel first, wanker" Colt said, frowning a bit.

"I don't want to. It's been five damn years bro! To hell with the damn towel!" Tristan said, breaking the hug after a while.

"You didn't tell anyone you'd be coming. We already thought you settled down over there" Tristan said.

The shameless squeals and admiring comments from the girls are still coming.

In fact, the girls are still surrounding them, refusing to leave, a lot are asking for numbers.

"Settled down? Cut the crap" Colt said with a squint, placing another mint on his tongue.

"But you fuçked bitçhes. I see it in your eyes. You became hotter" Tristan said gleefully.

"And I can imagine how much bigger his dîck got. He's got the biggest meat among us if I remember" Nickolas spoke rawly.

"Shut the fûck up, Nick. When it's time for fûckers to speak, you can speak" Colt rolled eyes.

"Screw you" Nickolas gave him middle fingers, and Tristan grinned, the three of them ignoring the begging girls surrounding them and bonding like long lost brothers.

"There's a new good club in this city, and I'll get our bouncers ready so we'd there go for some booze, but before then..." Nickolas said, tilting his head at Tristan who immediately got it.

Colt smiled. His brothers didn't change at all.

"We're taking you to a dinner at Frankie's. You deserve a dîck cake" Tristan finished the statement.

"Whatever flies your kites" Colt replied without any care. He's all theirs.

Tristan had a shower in his special lodge not far from the arena, the he dressed up, leaving with his brothers.

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[Frankie's]

Frankie's is the most expensive dinner house in the city, with chefs from all-over the world, efficient staffs and different foreign and national dishes.

It's the best place for corporate, family or couple dinners, and their servitude is just too perfect, making it the best.

Only royalties and rich first-class people patronize it.

Blake and Judith arrived just now, and their arms are linked as they walked into the dinner.

Hailey is behind them, walking slowly and carefully.

Judith is a famous fashion designer who designs for important personalities globally. Her brand is called Jud's World, and she's got millions of followers and wannabes online.

She met lots of her rich fans as they walked the dinner hall, and they all greeted her with respect to which she smiled endlessly.

* Can't wait for your next design, Judith.

* Your last design was too exquisite, Judith.

* You're the best of all.

* Thanks for always taking care of our fave, honourable prime minister.

Even Blake received his own share of the compliments, and Hailey just crawled behind them like a sloth.

At the same time, Colt and his brothers entered the dinner.

Her tardiness made them catch up with her, and when she made to quickly move out of the way for them, she bumped into Colt with her backside.

Her purse fell from her, and she gasped.

She made to pick it up, but Colt was faster, and they both stood straight at the same time.

Their eyes met, and she quickly snatched the purse from him.

Colt couldn't blink, and he has no expression too as he stared at her.

"Hailey!" Judith called from the front, pressing the vibrator remote control that's with her.

Hailey's body vibrated as if shocked by electricity, and she almost fainted cos Judith pressed the remote one more time, making the vibrator move inside her again.

Hailey hardened her bones, sweating and shaking.

Colt's eyes stayed concentrated as she walked fast to Judith, and they both entered a door.

"I swear with my life, she's wearing a vibrator" Nickolas scoffed.

"It's obvious, stop advertising it" Tristan replied, chewing gum.

"The fûck is she?" Colt asked.

"That's Hailey Astor, Prime minister Blake's wife. They got married last year" Nickolas replied.

Ten servers poured out of a room, lining in front of them with respectful bows.

"Welcome to Frankie's, your highnesses. We'll escort you to your dinner room" they chorused.

Nickolas and Tristan followed them, but Colt kept standing there, looking at the door Hailey had entered.

For over a minute, he's still there, till Nickolas came back to him.

"Get in here, Predator" he said.

"Arsehole" Colt frowned, looking at that door one more time before following Nickolas.