Rise Of Billionaire Bruce Ace.

Chapter Four: the fight.

"I accept your conditions. In three days, I'd get a job that pays $850,000 every month and I'd remain married to Bruce," Jade said confidently and her father smirked.

He turned to Bruce and frowned at him. "You both are married, right? Then, you should share a room."

"Never!" Lucia yelled. "My daughter would not be sharing a room with this street boy."

J. J. Fulton turned away, ignoring his wife, and walked away.

"C—come with me," Jade said, beckoning Bruce.

Jade's room was gigantic. Where he usually stayed had a small kitchen and toilet, but Jade's room alone was five times bigger than his house.

He was totally out of Jade's league. He wondered what she was thinking when she married him. He was confused about how he should feel. He wondered if he should be angry at her for taking advantage of his drunken state or pity her for the problem and insults their marriage would put her through.

"S—since we are married now. Should we share a bed?" Jade was uneasy.

"Married couples usually share a bed," Bruce said without thinking. He noticed how Jade's face turned red. "I'm not saying we should share a bed. I can sleep on the couch," he added, pointing to the couch opposite his bed.

"Okay," Jade said in a tiny voice. She did not move from where she stood while Bruce went over to the couch and sat on it. He glanced at her and raised an eyebrow as he noticed that she hadn't moved an inch.

"Won't you sleep?" He asked.

"I will," Jade answered, tittering. She still did not make a move.

"Is anything wrong?" Bruce asked and she shook her head.

"Are you sure?"

"I—" Jade's voice faded.

"You, what?"

"It's just that—"

"That what?"

"I have never shared a room with someone of the opposite gender who isn't a blood relative before. I don't know if—"

"It's okay." Bruce sighed and stood to his feet. "I'd leave the room."

"I'm not saying you should leave."

"You're not comfortable with me being here. It's obvious, so I'd leave."

Jade looked down. "I'm sorry. All this is happening because of my desperation."

"I just want to clear my head. I'd spend the night out. The room is all yours," Bruce said.

Without waiting for Jade to agree or disagree, Bruce left the room.

After roaming about the road for some minutes, he walked into a bar to have a few drinks.

Everything happening to him was confusing and at the same time depressing. Earlier today, he was all dressed up, ready to marry the woman he had loved all his life. By then, he was not expecting to spend the night the way he was at the moment.

"Get your hands off me." Bruce heard someone shriek.

"What will you do if I don't?" A familiar voice replied.

"Arghhh!"

He turned to the direction from which the noise came. Bruce frowned.

A few meters away from where he was seated, he saw Cole, Jade's brother and Claire's new boyfriend, grinning. He was trying to pull a lady closer to himself while she struggled to get out of his grip.

"Let go of me," she cried out and he dragged her to himself with a greater force. She slapped him across the face.

Cole raised his hands and slapped her back. She managed to struggle free from his grip but he still pulled her back to himself.

Bruce clenched his fists. It hurt him to see that Claire had let a heartless animal snatch her away from him.

The others watching made no move to save the girl from Cole, but Bruce could not watch him disrespect a lady. His blood boiled hot and without caring about the repercussions, he stomped over to Cole.

He dragged the lady away from Cole and slapped him across the face for treating a woman with disrespect.

Cole's face darkened. His eyes turned blood red. He swung his right hand, aiming to throw a powerful punch at Bruce's face. Bruce ducked, slid to the left, and bounced back up.

Cole tried again. He launched forward, ready to strike, but this time with his left hand. The air got stricken instead as yet again, Bruce dodged.

"Tsk tsk. You can't even throw a punch properly," Bruce spat, infuriating Cole. Cole came at him again. Like Bruce had predicted, he made the same move and Bruce caught the fist halfway.

Bruce made a fist with the other hand and drove it at Cole's face in a flash. He staggered backward and blood seeped from his skin. His stamina was nothing compared to that of Bruce.

Cole grunted and lunged at Bruce. He caught Bruce's shoulder and tried to push him to the ground. Bruce barely moved an inch and smirked.

Cole was a softie who had probably been pampered and spoon-fed his whole life. Bruce spent most of his life in the streets, facing its danger head-on. In this fight, Bruce wasn't trying but Cole was beginning to run out of breath.

Bruce charged, catching Cole with a punch on the head and blood gushed out.

Cole gritted his teeth. He reached out for a bottle on the table next to him. Bruce watched as he smashed the bottom of the bottle on the table to reveal rough and sharp edges.

Cole turned to him. Using the broken bottle, he charged at him. Bruce ducked. He stretched his right leg which he used to send a kick at the back of his knee. Cole went down.

Bruce began to walk over to him, taking slow, deliberate steps. He reached out to the broken bottle Cole had lost grip of and continued walking toward Cole whose eyes were already widened in fear. Cole tried to move away, but Bruce had gotten to where he was already.

"There they are," someone called out and Bruce spun around to see several men in Black rushing toward them. A short, plump man who was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans was behind them and Bruce assumed he was the owner of the bar and had come over to stop the fight.

"Mr. Griffin," Cole called out happily as soon as he saw the short man. Mr. Griffin, the owner of the bar, was his father's friend and he was happy to see him. He was in a dense situation and he showed up like a guardian angel.

One of the men in black walked over to Cole and pulled him up.

"Cole? Is that you?" Mr. Griffin asked. The area where Cole stood wasn't well lit so it was hard to make up his face.

Cole stepped into the light and Mr. Griffin gasped. "It really is you. What's going on?"

"He tried to kill me," he grunted, pointing and glaring at Bruce.

Mr. Griffin turned to Bruce and scowled at him. "He did?"

"I want him to be taught a lesson," Cole said.

"Of course, I will. He touched the son of my very good friend after all."

Bruce frowned. "The son of your very good friend was harassing a lady."

"You fought in my bar. No fighting is one of the rules here and you refused to obey," Mr. Griffin stated. He turned to the men he brought and signaled them to beat Bruce up. "Beat him up to a pulp. I don't care if he dies."

The men were about to get to Bruce.

"Don't you even dare," a voice thundered. Everyone turned to look at who had spoken and the men sent to beat Bruce up froze.