Page 18 of Falling For Liam
Liam
“You’ve got to be fucking joking,” I scream at Dec. The image of her broken and bloody is burned into my mind. The second I heard Nic’s words when she opened the door, I was running. I didn’t want to believe it. I thought I was hearing things, but the second my eyes landed on her, I wanted to kill. Kill the motherfucker who put his hands on her. I’ve no doubt it’s her wanker of a boyfriend, who she’s always trying to fucking protect. “We’re going back in to find where the fuck he is.”
“Fucking right,” BJ agrees, and when I look up at him, I see my own anger reflected back at me. He’s seeing red right now, just like I am. “Unlock this,” he says, thrusting a phone under Dec’s nose.
“What the fuck’s that?”
Dec’s eyebrows draw together for a second before understanding dawns. “No,” he snaps, forcefully pushing BJ’s arm away from him.
“Unlock it,” he shouts. I stand and watch them stare each other down until one caves. “You know as well as I do that her address is in there. We’re going for that motherfucker. Right. Fucking. Now.”
Dec looks between the two of us. He’s torn, I can see it in his eyes. If he opens that phone, he’s violating both Nic and Liv’s privacy, but I don’t think he can deny what BJ’s pushing for.
“You just want to let him get away with this. What if it was Nicole, Dec? What then? Would your answer be different if it was her who was looking like Liv right now?”
The mention of his girlfriend’s safety has Dec jumping into action. He keys in the code to unlock Nicole’s phone and, in seconds, he announces he has it. The three of us march towards Dec’s van, which is parked just a little up the street, before jumping in and getting ready to go.
Looking back at the house, I start questioning our decision. As much as I want to cause pain to the person who did this to her, a huge part of me is aching at being away from her. I should be inside that house right now. I should be comforting her, kissing away her pain.
My fists clench, but the move doesn’t go unnoticed.
“We’ll get the motherfucker, and then you can get back to your girl,” BJ says, much to my surprise. I know he’s my best friend, but he’s never given me any clue that he understands my desire for one woman, for Liv. He’s a player of epic proportions who loves nothing more than sowing his wild oats.
The image of Liv tonight merges with the one from only a few weeks ago as she stared up at me from her seat on the beach after she ran. She’s what I want.
The drive might be long, but no more words are said between the three of us. We’re all too lost to what’s happened tonight to sustain any meaningless chitchat.
BJ’s anger is palpable, and it reminds me that I don’t know all that much about him. He’s always been the joker of the group, the fun loving one, but I can’t help thinking there’s stuff he’s kept hidden as I look at him practically vibrating with the need to go and hurt this guy.
I’m buzzing when Dec pulls the van to a stop outside a dingy looking building. The three of us exchange glances before climbing out. No words need to be said. We know what we’re here to do. We’ve lived in each other’s pockets for years; we’re on the same wavelength, and we’ve got each other’s backs.
As we climb the stairs, I focus on Liv’s face, on the fear that was radiating from her. Anger licks at my stomach and the need for revenge has my fists clenching in anticipation.
Being the biggest out of the three of us, BJ takes the lead, and when he gets to the front door, he wastes no time in bringing his boot up and giving it one almighty kick. The hinges splinter and the door swings wide open. He’s straight in and Dec and I follow.
I can sense that Dec’s still a little apprehensive about this. He’s trying to be the sensible one, but I can also feel his need for revenge almost as strong as BJ’s.
As we round the corner, we find a scene I wasn’t expecting. In my head, I had an image of Liv’s waste of space boyfriend looking smug about the fact he’d just beaten her to a pulp, but instead, we find two men. One’s currently trying to scramble away from the other who, moments ago, had him by the throat.
“Griff,” the guy who’s trying to get away shouts seconds before I hear the sound of bone crunching as BJ’s fist connects with his nose.
Confusion clouds me for a few seconds, but the moment I see scratch marks across his cheek and dried blood stemming from his nose, I know he’s the one who attacked Liv.
“Go for it. Finish what your girl started,” BJ encourages, standing aside.
I get a solid couple of punches in, and fuck if it doesn’t feel good after seeing what he did to her, before he lands a couple of his own.
Spitting some blood on the floor, I fly at him. I see red. I’ve no clue what’s going on around me, but my only thought is to make this fucker pay. He has no right touching any woman, let alonemywoman.
I hear a roar, and it takes me a few moments to register that it came from my throat as I prepare to kick the fucker where it’s going to hurt now he’s hit the ground.
Something wraps around my waist. I’m moving, but my feet aren’t touching the floor.
“All right, Liam. You got him,” BJ says in my ear, pulling me from the red haze.
Dragging my eyes from the slumped body at my feet, I look around the room. The other guy is still cowering in the corner.
“Who the fuck are you?” I spit.
