Not your typical baby mama

One of the men heard Xavier's footsteps as he came to a stop. He turned around and there in his expensive Armani suit, stood the beautiful yet masculine man named Xavier Frost.

"Who are you?" The man arrogantly nodded at Xavier, throwing him a nasty look and gaining everyone's attention.

Xavier quietly stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets. "I should be asking you. This isn't your home."

"I do the asking around here", the boss moved from the door and moved to stand in front of everyone to entertain Xavier. "But you know the story about the wolf and the sheep. I'm the wolf and you're the sheep."

Xavier let out an unamused chuckle and showed no sign of moving from where he stood. "Right."

"Boy, you don't know who you're messing with. That cocky attitude and that pretty face of yours, I'll take care of it. You won't be able to recognize yourself after tonight."

"You should be afraid", someone shouted.

The threats did not get out much of a reaction from Xavier. Him being calm and collected irritated the boss. He extended a hand and one of his men handed him a torch. He used it to have a look at the arrogant bastard who refused to heed his warning when realization dawned on him.

"Ah. You're the guy who's been sticking onto dear Lorraine like a leech, looking into me while providing her with an insane amount of bodyguards", he shrugged with a smile.

"A man's got to do what a man's got to do", Xavier shrugged.

"A man. He said he's a man", the boss started laughing. He looked at his men and the ten broke into forced laughs. He soon raised a hand and closed it into a fist, silencing them.

His expression grew cold as he fixed his sinister gaze on Xavier. He stood legs apart and hands clasped behind him and smirked, "I've been looking forward to this meeting. Xavier Frost, you're done for. And once I'm done with you, guess who's next?"

The evening wind blew threw Xavier's blond hair. The threat still lingered in the air, sending a chill to the men who listened to their boss declare it. They could imagine Xavier shaking in his-

"Who?"

"Who what?"

"Look, I've had a long day at work, not really in the mood for guess work right now so out with it already, who's next?" Xavier rubbed the back of his neck hand before returning it back in the warmth of his pocket.

All: "..."

"Are you serious? Isn't it obvious that it's Lorraine?" The boss answered and looked back at his men who were equally confused. "What's with this guy? You guys got it, right?"

"Yeah, totally." Some hummed in agreement. The boss looked back at Xavier who was now nodding in understanding.

"Lorraine, huh?..." He slowly stopped nodding then his calm demeanor quickly changed into a cold one. "Yeah, that's not happening."

The boss chuckled as he started walking to towards him. He took off his jacket then his tie handing it to his subordinate who was quick to rush to his side. He leisurely rolled up his shirt sleeves as his chuckle was replaced by unamused expression. "Mr. Frost, in case I didn't make myself clear, that isn't exactly up to you now, is it?"

He stretched out his hand to the side and a subordinate placed a metallic bat in his hold. It's coldness shimmered in the light of the moon. Without wasting a second, he run and swung the bat at Xavier.

"Ha!"

Xavier was quick on his feet and jumped out of the way and away from the man. The men started laughing seeing him escape the hit.

"I thought he was all that."

"Boss only needs five minutes."

"At least he'll put him out of his misery much quicker."

The boss felt smug from the comments but pretended he didn't hear them and ran after Xavier to swing another hit. Surprisingly, Xavier didn't run. Was he influenced by the men's comments? Either way, it only means-

Shocked gasps echoed among the men followed by their boss' struggle filled grunt. Xavier caught his wrist in an iron grip.

"Arrggghhh", the man grunted through gritted teeth and his body shook, trying to channel all his energy and strength, and enduring the pain from the grip.

He blew out a breath and swung the other fist in Xavier's face but the man easily deflated it and twisted the other arm.

"Arrrrrrrrgggghh!" The boss cried hearing the sound of his bones crackling and the bat falling to the ground with a clank sound. "Please, please, plea-"

A hard fist to the mouth shut him up. And another. Another. Another. Xavier was ruthless with the punches until his hand was covered in blood. He let go of the bleeding man who could barely stand straight and kicked him away.

Silence.

They thought their boss needed five minutes but Xavier K'Oed him in less than two. He observed his bloodied hand and frowned. Was he really defending himself or was there just a lot of pent up emotions he needed to let out?

"Get him!"

Xavier looked up and all the ten run after him. It was not a fair fight but if he could use this to blow off some steam, then who was he to complain!

'Okay, the movies exaggerate this shit!' he mused as he defended himself against the ten.

Before he knew it, a couple of them where yanked off of him and we're brutally beaten by none other than, his shadow bodyguards.

If not for the guy who was on the lookout when his boss was attacking Xavier, they would have missed out on the whole show. Five minutes later, eleven men including their boss lay on on the ground groaning in pain.

"Whew!" Xavier blew out a breath, feeling out of breath and gave his men a wolfish grin. "What took you so long?"

"Sorry boss- boss?" He pointed at Xavier's abdomen. "I think that's yours...."

He looked down to see the white shirt soaked in blood. The sight made him feel queazy and his heart started to beat wildly. Was the blood really his? He pressed a hand to the spot that seemed to be more soaked and his worst fear was confirmed: he had been stabbed.

"Shit. Call the police", he shook his head in attempt to clear off the dizziness.

"Sir, we need to get you to the hospital first", the two men were quick to his side.

Xavier looked down and he seemed to be bleeding much more which contributed to his dizziness. "Ugh..... don't tell my broth...."