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“Or what?” Dad scoffs. “You think I’m scared of a little fuckboy like you?” He chuckles, pushing me away and getting into Liam’s face. “Or do you want to try me out too? See if I can make your asshole cry out louder than my son, huh?”
“You touch me and I’ll sink a bullet into that ugly face of yours,” Liam says in an icy tone. “The same applies to your son as well, Sir. Touch him again and you’ll pay for abusing him.”
I stare at Liam. Likereallystare.
Is hethreateningmy dad right now?
“Is that so?” Dad sneers, grabbing the front of Liam’s hoodie.
My heart lurches. Dad’s about to hurt Liam and I have to stop him.
I’m about to throw myself between them but Liam reacts faster than me.
He suddenly hits Dad’s wrist at a lightning-fast speed. The impact is hard enough to make Dad gasp and lose his grasp on Liam. Muttering a curse, he stumbles backward.
But my boyfriend isn’t done yet.
He attacks Dad, using his elbow to knock his face.
“Argh!” Dad howls, clutching his face and cursing loudly.
Liam pants hard, staring at Dad with a look of pure rage.
He looks like a different person right now.
Liam is no longer the shy, introverted nerd I’ve always known. He’s suddenly transformed into a superhero to save the damsel-in-distress (me) from a villain.
Despite the seriousness of the situation, I can’t help but chuckle at the thought.
I’m twice Liam’s size and yet, I’m the one who’s cowering in front of my drunk dad.
It’s high time I stopped letting my dad do this to me. I know he’s come to break me down and shatter my confidence so that I lose the game tomorrow. He doesn’t want me to win and move forward in my career.
Dad wants me to end up like him, broken and beaten down. He always made sure to beat me up after a game when I was a kid. He made sure I wasn’t happy after a win.
But this time, he’s come to me before a game. He intends to ensure I don’t perform my best. He wants to make sure the scouts cancel their offer so that I don’t get drafted. This way, I can spend the rest of my life feeling like a loser.
Just like him.
I’m not going to let him do this to me tonight.
Stepping forward, I stand beside Liam and grab his hand in mine.
“You should leave,” I say in a low, cool tone.
Dad stares at me with rage-filled eyes. Blood dribbles from his nose as he bares his teeth at me. “He will pay for assaulting me,” he hisses, pointing a shaking finger at Liam. “I’ll file cases against both of you. Do you think you can treat me like shit just because some scouts showed interest in you? I’m going to make sure they know what an asshole you truly are, Son.”
Straightening my back, I prepare myself to stand up against his threat when the sound of people’s voices reaches my ears.
“Hey, Bastian! You forgot something in the locker—” Mitchikov’s voice is suddenly cut off.
Turning around, I find him and three other teammates standing just a few feet away, their eyes locked on the scene.
Mitchikov’s expression shifts.
The carefree grin on his face vanishes, replaced by something lethal.
Pavel Mitchikov isfurious.
