Claim Me Captain! I'm Addicted to You!-Chapter 268: Raw and Unstoppable (2)

Oliver was surprised at how in sync he and Nick were in pushing Reagan away from Vicky, which sent him stumbling back.

Oliver’s hand shot out before Nick could close the distance once more—an instinctive move that stopped the second lunge cold.

For a heartbeat, the two men were locked: Nick pushing forward, Oliver stopping him back. But Nick twisted free with brutal force, snatching Reagan by the collar and driving a hard, clean punch into his face that sent Reagan sprawling to the area rug carpet.

Reagan hit the floor and, furious and breathless, didn’t stay down. He sprang up and launched himself at Nick, landing a savage blow that rocked Nick’s head back. The room fractured into a chorus of shocked cries and gasps. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Oh my God! Stop you two!" Vicky screamed.

"Nick! Please, stop this!" Georgia’s voice begged, raw with panic.

Sound blurred into panic. Violet’s voice cut through the mayhem, a sharp, terrified command. "Someone stop them! Reagan, Nick—this is insane!"

Liam and Oliver lunged in, trying to pull the brothers apart, but both men were a live wire—kicking, grappling, flaring with a heat that wouldn’t be contained.

Alfie and Benjamin surged forward to help; hands tangled on shoulders and collars. For a breathless moment, it felt like everyone in the room was a pair of hands trying to hold back a storm.

Sarah and Georgia stepped in, forcing their way between the flailing bodies. Ella barked orders at a maid to fetch a cold compress for Vicky’s reddening cheek, already beginning to puff. The household buzzed with panic and urgency, wives, siblings, and staff moving in fast, panicked movements to quell the chaos.

Georgia wrapped her arms around Nick, pressing herself to him until he stilled against Alfie and Oliver’s grip. Near tears, she cupped his battered face with both hands. "Baby, look at me. Stop. He’s not worth it. Let’s calm down and talk, okay?" Her voice quivered, but was steady enough to anchor him.

Sarah’s cry followed, fierce and pleading: "Enough, Reagan. Let her say what she wants. You know me better than anyone. What other people say doesn’t matter."

Reagan’s reply was edged with steel and pain. "No. It’s not alright. You are joining this family, and I will make sure you get the respect you deserve," he snapped.

"Respect? You can’t force me to respect that woman—never!" Vicky spat back.

A flash of white-hot anger flared in Reagan’s face once more. He jabbed a shaking finger at Vicky. "Shut your filthy mouth, Vicky, or I won’t hesitate to slap you again!"

The words landed like a match in dry tinder. The living room fell into a brittle silence charged with threat and disbelief. Around them, the household held its breath, waiting to see whether this eruption would break them or finally force an honest reckoning they’d been avoiding for years.

Nick’s words exploded into the room like a detonator. "You will never do that! This is the last time you lay a hand on my sister!" he barked, voice raw with fury. "What respect are you talking about? You are the one who has shown no respect ever since. Look in the mirror, Reagan—what family are you even referring to? We are not yours!

How dare you say you will make sure each and every one in this family makes sure we do what you say!

You think I don’t know what’s been happening behind my back? I kept silent because of Dad, and because I trusted Oliver’s capabilities to handle things, I trust him with my life. If there’s anyone I’ll ever call brother from another father and mother, it’s Oliver—not you. You’re not my brother, you fucking bastard! You’re a stranger in this house! Lay a finger on my sister again, and I’ll make sure to put an end to your miserable life!"

The living room froze. Reagan’s jaw tightened so hard the muscles stood out; Violet pressed a hand to her mouth, eyes wide, neither looked surprised, unlike everyone else.

Others’ faces registered shock, disbelief, a slow, stunned silence stretching between bursts of earlier noise.

Benjamin’s voice cut through like a judge’s gavel. "Nicholas! Reagan! Both of you—my office, now. Or I will have you both arrested." The threat in his tone was final; years of ruling this house left no room for flippant defiance.

Liam and Oliver loosened their grips, taking a visible step back as the old man advanced. No one wanted to test Benjamin’s temper or the consequences behind it.

Nick and Reagan, still bristling, allowed themselves to be shepherded down the hallway, their protests swallowed by the authority in Benjamin’s stride.

"Such humiliation to our guest, I cannot believe you two!" Benjamin spat out as he led the way to his office, and the two followed.

In the living room, the residue of the fight hung heavy, chairs askew, a dropped glass, the echo of raised voices.

Georgia moved to steady herself and exhaled. "Alfie, please get a cold compress and the first-aid kit for those two," she said, watching the two men disappear toward Benjamin’s office. Her voice was steady but tight; concern threaded every word.

Alfie hurried off without a question, and Georgia turned to Vicky, the room’s tension settling into a low, brittle hum as the family braced for whatever fallout the confrontation would bring.

Violet was the first to regain her composure, her voice slicing through the heavy silence that lingered after Benjamin, Nick, and Reagan disappeared down the hall. "I’m terribly sorry about that," she said with a soft, almost practiced smile, though the tension in her shoulders betrayed her calm tone. "You know how siblings are—sometimes emotions run high. I’m sure it’s just an old misunderstanding resurfacing."

She turned her attention to Sarah and her parents, her tone light but firm, as if trying to sweep the incident under the rug. "Why don’t we step out to the back porch and get some air? The weather’s lovely tonight, and I think we all need a breather."

Without waiting for their reply, Violet gestured gracefully toward the sliding doors leading to the garden. Then, with a quick glance at one of the maids, she added, "Please send some drinks and dessert to the back porch—and have this room tidied up right away."

The maids moved swiftly to clean the broken glass and overturned cushions. Violet led the Meyer family out, her poise unbroken, her smile never faltering—like a seasoned hostess determined to preserve the illusion of harmony, even as cracks in the family’s facade deepened behind her.

Georgia, Ella, Vicky, Liam, and Oliver watched them walk away. Violet didn’t even bother to check Vicky or even look at her before walking away.

Georgia exhaled deeply, knowing that it’s going to be a long night and the tension is not going to end soon.