Eliot was more than ready for a fight, even if it was prearranged. He had no idea what Kia had told their guests, or what they were expecting. He didn't really care. He had a one track mind, and when he went out to the back yard with his wife, the two thugs seemed to know what was going to go down, if their pacing and circling around Eliot was any indication.
Eliot grinned, and pulled his hair back into a pony tail that would come undone as he worked the two burly thugs over. He didn't bother speaking to them, or pretending to be pleasant. They all knew what they were there for.
And ten minutes later, the two thugs were on the ground, broken and bleeding. Eliot suffered a few hits, some bruising over his eye, his jaw. He'd taken a hit to the gut, and that would likely bruise too. He felt good, almost high, after the fight, and his cock strained against the tight denim of his jeans.