Chapter 234: Chapter 234
- KILLIAN -
I watch her leave. I’d be lying if I admit that it didn’t break a part of me but it would be wrong of me to keep her waiting. Not when she has more to lose than I do.
I step out of the confinement myself, fully soaked with water from head to toe. The moment I sight my brother, I knew what was coming.
Yeah, go ahead, rain it on me, I deserve it, I roll my eyes at my thought.
“Are you out of your damn mind?!!” Liam blasts, proving my point right. I let out a sigh. I expected no less but it does suck being in the wrong and being told what to do by my little brother. Well, about to be told what to do. I’m supposed to guide him, not the other way around.
“Maybe. You can be a little more specify with that question.” I breath a sigh, smirking on purpose to ginger his nerves. Liam looks frustrated alright. Good, that’s very good. He deserves to feel exactly how I’ve been feeling all day seeing the two of them together. “Now if you’d excuse me,” I mutter, walking past him. A hand pulls me back with force before I complete my sentence, then slams me against the wooden outdoor shower walls.
With that much brute force, he could’ve taken the whole thing down, tearing someone else’s property apart.
My brows crease slightly. I can’t even be mad.
“What is wrong with you, Killian?! You of all people must know how foolish it is to do something like that and this openly! Are you trying to have her-“ Liam rants, both his hands tugged firmly at the hem of my shirt as he pulls and pushes me away and against the wall aggressively. His voice is raised and I can see his anger not just in his facial expression but through the veins popping out his neck.
“What? Caught?” I breath, cutting his sentence short. This is when I raise my head up slightly with a half grin. I know he’s right but it won’t be fun giving him that satisfaction. “I deduced already.”
His brows furrow even more. I don’t know why he’s this angry. I should be the one losing my mind. Liam steps away from me, pulling me forward slightly. Before I could say a word, a punch came right on my face, smacking my jaw. My body slowly falls backwards in a stagger. I raise my hand up to reach my face, widening my mouth to stretch my jaw. That pricked.
“You know you’re not supposed to be here. You know how she being with you puts her in danger now, more than ever. You know everything about you is chaotic and you’re about to do the most bizarre thing in a short while and while I fancy you giving yourself that distraction, I don’t fancy you doing it!” His hands are on me again, fastened against my clothes.
Does he think I do not know that? Does he think every recent unfolding incident hasn’t left me utterly exhausted? Does he know what it’s like to be with the one you love yet be out of reach?
Does he know what it’s like knowing I put a teenage girl in danger because I kept going to her like a drug?
Does he know what toll all these have taken on me?
Doesn’t he know me being calm despite every murderous intent running through my mind is much needed now more than ever?
Or maybe he does. Maybe he just doesn’t understand. And I don’t blame him. All my life, I’ve never seen Liam bring a woman home and call her his.
Maybe that’s because he’s wise enough to know that any woman entangled deeply with him puts them both at a loss. Her more, then mostly him and maybe he’s choosing this reckless whoring around path because of it. This makes me even more furious. I’m not as mature as him in that regard. Love has taken me out of my misery once in the past and I still crave that love. I want to be loved.
“Get your hands off me, brother.” I say, distaste oozing out of every corner of my mouth.
“Or what? You’d tear my limbs apart?”
My jaw tightens at the sarcasm. I stand up straight and arch forward to him, securing him within my grip by the hem of his shirt. “Don’t make me hit you.” I say before letting go of him. “And don’t follow me.”
I need to clear my head and think and obviously, being away from him is apparently the best option. I let out a sigh as the cold breeze hits my skin, making me shiver slightly.
Maybe I need this slight discomfort just for a little while longer, who knows, it may be comforting especially now that I don’t have my zippo to keep me calm. A slight chuckle leaves my lips. The discomforting comfort. It’s ironic but has a nice swing to it.
My smile suddenly fades.
I walk to the sea shore and sit down brashly. Sand glues the back of my body and my feet. It weirdly feels nice.
I let out another sigh, looking up at the sky by the sea. The sunset is such a marvel to look at while lost in your own thoughts.
Maybe Liam is right and I should go ahead with him this time. I have a murderer to annihilate, a ball to host and a faceless person to unmask and destroy while carrying out my regular duties as a mafia boss. For my own sake and hers, I have to be gone from here tonight.
I tilt my head up, letting my back hit the ground.
Or I may not have the courage to not bring her along with me and even I know how reckless and foolish that idea is.