in the end everything collides
((Winner of Whumptober Poll #2 | Day 6 | Made To Watch))
The whole evening had taken such a blindingly bizarre turn that even with the sound of fists meeting flesh and hysterical giggling filling his ears, Sam couldn’t process what he was seeing.
It had started out normally enough. He had been finishing some paperwork at Ola’s after closing, something he had been doing more and more of in the off-season to take at least a little pressure away from Simi.
He had been having fun, even, thanks to Jamie’s unrelenting commentary on anything and everything that popped into his head. His teammate had dropped in for a late dinner and hung around long after closing to keep Sam company when he learned of his plans.
The offer had been gratefully received and only curdled to regret when Edwin Akufo strode in like he owned the place.
His competing restaurant was not faring well, apparently, and that was obviously entirely Sam’s fault. How dare he have competent staff and a talented head chef?
Sam had sighed inwardly when Edwin’s security goons had spread out around the restaurant, gauging how much egotistical posturing and property damage he would likely have to put up with before being left alone again.
He hadn’t really considered what would happen if he fought back because he had no intention of doing so. Jamie, on the other hand, swung first.
Of course he did.
To his credit, he landed more than one solid hit before a bodyguard got hold of his arms and twisted them behind his back. Edwin had teetered between incredulity and rage for only a few moments before manic glee stole over his face.
It was not a good look on him.
“Let him go, Edwin, he doesn’t…” Sam barely started voicing his protests before he was grabbed too, held in place at the silent order of the billionaire, flicking a hand in Sam’s direction like he was an unimportant nuisance. Forgotten in the wake of this new entertainment.
“Ah, ah, what do we have here? Who are you to jump to Obisanya’s defence, hm? Another nobody with delusions of grandeur from kicking a ball?”
Jamie’s face screwed up to one side and Sam’s heart sank.
“Eh, ain’t nothing delusional about my ball-kicking, mate. Get a bit closer and I’ll show you.”
Edwin threw his head back and laughed, loudly. It was wildly out of place in the tense atmosphere and deeply unsettled something in Sam’s gut when he abruptly cut off.
“I do not think so, Obisanya’s friend. But Curtis here is more than happy to get up close and personal.”
‘Curtis’ was well over six feet tall and at least half as wide. Like all of Edwin’s cronies, he was dressed in a fine suit, though the addition of several bulky rings on his fingers seemed unique to him.
“Edwin, please,” Sam tried again, panic and desperation making his voice thin and reedy. “You don’t have to do this.”
“I do not have to do anything,” Edwin crowed, rocking back on his heels, delighting in Sam’s obvious distress. “I choose to do this, just like you chose to so rudely turn down my very generous offer. And your friend here chose to interfere. These are consequences, Sam Obisanya. A lesson for you both to learn.”
Sam pulled helplessly on the arms holding him firmly in place as Curtis cracked his knuckles and advanced on Jamie. The footballer was waiting with a smirk and raised brow.
“Am I supposed to be scared, like?”
The first blow snapped his head to the side. Sam cried out as if it had been meant for him.
Jamie just laughed, licking blood from his lip as he casually straightened up again. “C’mon, put your back into it, lad.”
The second hit slammed into his jaw, sending his skull backwards with such force that the man holding him barely avoided a broken nose.
Jamie took slightly longer to recover, head lolling forward for a moment before he looked up with bloody teeth. “You wanna really swing your hips, mate. Get a bit more momentum.”
The next punch sank into his stomach, forcing a pained grunt out of his mouth along with any air he had in his lungs. He coughed, gasping, and started to laugh again.
“My old man hits harder than that and he can barely piss standing up half the time.”
Curtis glanced back at Edwin with a raised eyebrow, clearly unsettled by his lack of impact on Jamie’s confidence. If they were waiting for him to back down, Sam realised, they would be here all night.
That was not a pleasant thought.
“What are you looking at me for? He told you to hit harder!” Edwin pointed out, annoyed but also eying Jamie’s grinning, manic face warily.
Sam couldn’t say how long it went on for; Curtis continued hitting Jamie and Jamie just kept up a running commentary, getting more and more delirious as it ran on.
There was a horror to it. A numb, dreadful feeling in Sam’s chest as he shouted and pleaded himself hoarse but the violence didn’t stop.
Until it did.
All of a sudden, Edwin flicked his hand again, a deep frown on his face that Sam had no mind to be concerned about. Both he and Jamie were released unceremoniously and he was moving to catch his friend before any other thought had time to form.
Jamie slumped into him, knees given out, still mumbling obscenities and casting aspersions about Curtis’ mother.
Edwin observed them both, making no move to stop Sam from grabbing a nearby chair.
“Your friend is clearly disturbed. You should get him psychological help.”
Sam barely acknowledged him, too preoccupied with holding Jamie up to dignify that with a witty response. The billionaire straightened his jacket with a scoff and beckoned to his entourage.
As quickly as the intrusion had sent the night to absolute hell, they were left alone again. Or, almost alone.
“Francis, I am not in the mood right now,” Sam warned the hovering man when he didn’t seem to be moving on.
“That is fair.” The evening’s events had rocked him so deeply that Sam couldn’t even summon surprise at hearing the handshake aficionado's voice for the first time. “Mr Akufo is leaving the country tomorrow. He is closing his restaurant. This… It is unlikely we will meet again.”
Francis cleared his throat, looking awkwardly out of character from his usual cool, collected demeanour. Not a violent man, Sam realised.
“Goodbye then. You can let yourself out.”
He gave Sam a firm nod, Jamie a lingering look, and did so, leaving them in peace at last.
“Jamie, are you familiar with the concept of self-preservation? At all?” Sam asked urgently, trying to judge how unfocused his eyes were. “Why did you do that?”
“I’m the only one who gets to be a prick to you,” Jamie slurred, struggling to keep upright. “‘Sides, he really didn’t hit that hard.”
Sam was justified, he thought, in finally letting himself cry.
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for the first sentence of a fic thing: “You’re not the only one going through something, you know.”
Thank you anon! Flying home currently so thinking about this definitely helped make the flight pass!
“You’re not the only one going through something, you know.”
Sam looked at Simi with wide eyes; Edwin Akufo left seconds earlier, leaving only threats and canceled reservations in his wake.
“Yeah, I thought I was getting a strawberry danish earlier today but turns out it was raspberry and I hate raspberry.”
Sam broke into a wide smile, “I’m very sorry to hear that, Simi, is there a way I can help make your day better?”
“What would really make me feel better is is you would join me for a drink and try the new dish I have as a special, now that we have a basically free evening.”
“Well, if it would make you feel better, it is the least I could do.”
Simi smiled and Sam could almost forget about all the chaos caused by Edwin Akufo.
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