Page 13 of Revelation (Love Isn't What It Seems 3)

His little face lit up, and I couldn’t help but ruffle his hair. He was being so brave. He’d turn into an amazing man one day. There should be more men like him. Not the assholes and heartbreakers. Those seemed to dominate this Earth unfortunately.

I glanced behind my shoulder to see if Livy and her husband finished their dance when my mouth just about dropped. Callen was here! The man that left her on her wedding day actually dared to show up. What in the hell was he doing here?

“Brandon, it’s your turn,” I spoke softly to him. I hadn’t wanted to alarm him and had to hold myself still when I really wanted to push him quickly towards Livy. I wanted to punch that man’s face into a wall.There I go with punching again, I thought wryly to myself. But he deserved it. The way he’d hurt my sister, I could never forgive him. “Hurry, before someone tries to steal her.”

Brandon squealed, running towards Liberty, and I watched the relief on her face. Something intense was going on. Just seeing Callen was too much after everything. Seeing my sister dance with her nephew, I exhaled in relief and headed for another glass of champagne, all the while keeping my eyes on Callen. Fucking cheater!

I needed something strong to survive this day or even the weekend around these people, but I’d have to settle with an expensive and tasty champagne.

I watched Callen and Alexander exchange a few words, and even from here, I could tell the tension was high between those two. Alexander Caldwell could definitely beat his ass. God, I hated that fucking asshole. For what he did to Livy.

Alexander left Callen standing behind and whatever he told him had the latter watching Livy’s husband with his mouth hanging open. Served him right! Callen shook his head and headed towards the bar. Without thinking twice, I strode towards him.

By the time I got there, the bartender slid his drink that looked like scotch towards him.

“He won’t be needing that,” I told the bartender. Turning to Callen, I spat out. “What the fuck are you doing here?” There was no sense in pleasantries. He knew I didn’t like him.

“I was invited.” Okay, that was a little surprising. Who in their right mind would invite Livy’s ex-boyfriend to her wedding?

“Well, you should have declined, asshole.”

“Layla, this is none of your business.”

“Fuck it isn’t. You took advantage of her. And then left her. On the day of the wedding!”

“Don’t you have some man to chase around?”

“Don’t you have some poor woman to impregnate? Maybe you’ll do the same to her as you did Livy? Leave her for someone else.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he gritted. Ah, I was finally getting to him.

“What’s the matter? Baby mama realized what a lousy piece of work you are?” It took her long enough. Wisely, I kept those last words to myself.

If looks could kill, I’d be dead. And darn it if it didn’t feel good. Maybe I was releasing all my tension of the last day on him but at least Callen deserved my bashing.

“You should leave, Callen. And let Livy enjoy her wedding day and her life.”

His hands balled into fists, anger rolling off of him in waves. We hated each other, that much was clear. But I would never forgive him for what he did to Liberty. He should have been man enough and told her before the actual wedding day. At the latest, that morning before we all left for church. But no, the bastard actually waited till we were all in the church, right before the ceremony was about to start.

The skin on my neck tingled with a sweet burning sensation, and instantly, I knew Maxim was behind me.

“Is everything alright?” Maxim’s eyes held worry, his gaze roaming my body as if assessing I was alright. Then turned to face Callen, his expression cold as he watched Livy’s ex-boyfriend. I didn’t need protection, but damn it, something inside me glowed at the idea that he was trying to protect me.

Callen turned around and left without another word. And without his drink.Good, he doesn’t deserve a drink.So I took it and gulped it down. Then promptly choked.

Maxim chuckled, his eyes on me, burning me from the inside.

Fuck, I needed this stiff, strong drink. Maybe it would keep me buzzed for the next few days, so I could survive this crap.

Chapter Eight

Maxim

“Are you ready for your honeymoon, brother?”

Alexander was tense. I knew him well enough to know that Liberty was his second half. Something about the way he watched her, hungry for her, told me he would never let this woman go. And their journey together had barely started.

“Yes. You’ll ensure Brandon is okay?”

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