Page 65 of Deceit

“Ronan? Get the fuck out. I—”

He can’t even finish his sentence before I’m flying across the room and my fist is driving into his face. I get two good hits into him before his nose explodes, blood instantly gushing down his face as he shouts.

“What the fuck!”

Liam quickly stuffs his worthless cock back into his pants, like he’s afraid I’m gonna rip it off.

Tempting.

He throws a few hits at me, but they don’t deter me. I continue laying into him, attempting to land any shot I can but now that he's no longer thinking with his dick, he’s hard to get a hold of. He wiggles out of my grasp and somehow manages to get my neck in a chokehold. My lungs are starved for air, but my anger fuels me as I fight and struggle against him.

“Ronan, man. Calm the fuck down! Calm down!” he snarls.

I want to seethe. I shouldn’t have to calm the fuck down, but my vision is beginning to spot and the room is starting to spin. I feel my body give up long before my mind is willing to. Unfortunately, I have no choice. I go limp in his hold, and he drops me instantly, allowing me to crash to the floor as I greedily take in breath after breath.

“What the fuck was that about?” he snaps, lifting his shirt up and over his head, before using it as a makeshift rag to stop his nose from bleeding.

“Heard you touched my girl. Finger fucked her did you?”

He doesn’t smirk like I expect him to, doesn’t laugh or rub it in like he normally would. Instead, he almost seems pissed off, and not just because I interrupted his play time and blew up his nose.

“Your girl? Don’t you mean your nephew’s?” he scoffs.

“Or your best friend’s. However you want to call it,” I throw back.

Liam raises his eyebrows, like he can’t argue with that, but he doesn’t respond.

“Stay away from her, Liam. This is your only fucking warning,” I say, as I push myself to my feet. I’m impressed I don’t stumble a step as I head for the door.

“No,” he says from behind me.

I stop on a dime, spinning to face him as I cock my head to the side.

“Excuse me? This wasn’t a yes or no option. You either stay the fuck away from her, or I kill you. Simple as that.”

The little shit just shakes his head, his own pissed off expression splashed across his face.

“I’m not going to stay away from her, not unless she asks me to. She’s special. I like her.”

Rage ignites inside me once more, as I close the distance between us, coming up until our foreheads are practically smashed together.

“Of course she’s special. She’s my fucking girlfriend.”

“And Asher’s fiancée,” Liam challenges.

I narrow my eyes at him.

“What the fuck are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying, in this world, our world, labels don’t mean shit. You don’t give a fuck about sneaking around with your nephew’s fianceé behind his back, so why the fuck should I care about openly pursuing your girlfriend,” he says, air quoting girlfriend in a way that personally fucking offends me.

“And by openly you mean, for one hour before you’ll be buried in the Gallows Hill cemetery?”

“That’s the one,” he agrees easily, as if we weren’t casually speaking about his impending murder.

“What the fuck are you playing at? She isn’t one of your whores that you can play with and toss to the side.”

“I know.”

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