SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 47 - FORTY SEVEN

- KILLIAN -



Liam met me at the door. 



"You can’t be serious, Killian, I told you to back out!" He said, rushing to me. I’m exhausted. My clothes, face and body are stained and dripping with blood. Some which are mine due to cuts and deep wounds, others which aren’t. I tried not to stagger in front of Liam. 



I did my best to put on a good font and come off as okay. I am not okay. My lips spread open as I breathe through my mouth and made my way inside, pushing him away to the side with a lazy hand while supporting myself with my other hand, leaning on the door. "I am here, am I not?" 



"I told you not to fight them." Liam walked in front of me. I stared at him. He’s angry. His furrowed brows and his firmed face speaks more than his raging tone. 



"Well, I didn’t heed your words." I brushed him off, taking a step forward. 



I can maintain my composure long enough till I get to my room, after that, I’ll phone a doctor but I need to come off as strong in front of my brother. 



One look at Liam’s face made it obvious he wasn’t buying my act. I looked away from him. The ache in my limbs makes me want to get to my room faster. 



Someone made his way in front of me, blocking my path. It’s Liam. I was about to tell him to move when a knee came flying into my stomach. My eyes widened. My torso is already sore but this hit made me experience spasms. 



I was stumbling backwards. Before I could lift my head up to look at him, he threw a punch across the planes of my face after causing my body to fall back on the ground. I grunted. With this much injuries, that punch hurt. Way more than it’s supposed to. 



"You call this alive?! You’re barely alive Killian! You can fool everyone else here but not me. I know you." Liam burst out. 





"Well, certainly not enough." I managed to kneel and raise one leg up, resting my hand on it to support the rest of my body. I couldn’t stand. I don’t have enough strength to move my fucked up body. I understand Liam is concerned about me and I have no right to lash at him for his reaction because I would do the same if I met him in such a condition but I’d rather be dead and have him alive than bring danger to him. 



Over my dead body will I ever do the latter. 



"You’re a fool and a pain in the ass, Killian!" Liam yelled, running towards me. His foot visited my chin as he relentlessly kicked me. My jaw was wide open and the force he used clapped my teeth on my tongue. Fuck! 



I couldn’t stand before I felt another foot brutally plunge onto the side of my body. A hit replaced the other. And I felt another. And another. And another. Liam didn’t stop. He wasn’t showing any mercy while throwing himself at me. My body took every cramp caused by this action till I was tumbling down the double stairs at the entrance. 



Agony sieved into my bones and I struggled to breathe. I pushed my body up and spat on the floor. Blood. 



My mouth is dripping blood. "Are you done?" I ask, staring at him with a half grin. "Or you want to continue throwing tantrums like a teenager with kicks?" 



Liam is in front of the door, looking down at me. His fists clenched and I laughed. "I thought so. When you’re cool headed, come to me so we talk." 



"Cunt!" Liam screamed and forced his fist onto one of the pillars. Hitting it again while grunting aggressively. My eyes widen. I understand him hurting me, but I can’t stand to watch him bruise his fist. 



"Stop." I say, cracking my jaw. It stings. Even that little movement hurts. 



"Only when you listen to me." Liam landed his fist on the pillar again, harder than before. I heard a crack and I’m assuming it did not come from the wall. 



"Is that it? You think hurting yourself will change anything that has happened in the past five hours?! Hurt yourself for all I care!" I raged. 



"I had everything under control. You just went ahead to fuck it up!" Liam spat, giving me a piercing gaze. 



"I was protecting you!"



"I didn’t ask to be protected! Not at the expense of your life. Think before you act, dumbass!"



"Liam, you’re the only one I have, I would never-"



"And you’re the only one I have too!" He blurted, interrupting me. "Before you do anything reckless, remember that. You’re my only family left so when you go out and act like a self absorbed person, know how I would be if you’re dead. If I wake up to the news that you’re no more" His voice strained when he said the last part



My breath hitched, hearing him. It took me a few seconds to process what he just said. I didn’t think about that. Shit. I messed up. 



"I’m sorry." I mutter under my breath. 



Liam turned away. 



"Liam, I’m sorry." I plead, sounding apologetic. 



"That’s what you always say." 



He can’t stay mad at me forever although he has every right to. "Anything I can do to make it up to you? Just say the word." 



He turned to me, staring like he wants to stab me and the only thing stopping him from doing that is the distance between us. If gazes could kill, I’d already be dead. "Fuck off!" Liam taps his foot impatiently on the ground then paces from side to side. He finally looks at me. "You better be sorry." 

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This made me sigh with relief. "I may have something that will interest you." I nod my head to the side. My car is parked at that end of the compound. "I brought company and two extras." 



I don’t think his temper is cooled off but at least the anger in his tone dropped a bit. Liam shook his head to the side with a raised brow, keeping his eyes on me. "Why am I not surprised?" 





*





I’m walking down the corridor with Liam by my side as he leads me to the back of the house. There’s a hidden door, masked out front like a shelf of books and art decorations. That door leads to the tunnel where we handle all our culprits. 





"Are you okay?" Liam asks, tapping the passcode in and letting the scanner by the corner of the door scan his eyes. I took a careful breath in before answering that question. I’ve been attended to by medical specialists and have taken my right dosages. I have also rested and eaten. 





I wrap my hand with a bandage and put on the bloody, poisonous gloves. "Yes. There’s nothing proper care and rest don’t do in a few hours." The door opened. "I want to deal with Antonio Marino myself." 



I walked in. The crimson red lights turned on once I step in, illuminating the dark room. Psychopathic laughter echoes in the room. 



Liam whisper something in my ears. Tied to a chair is the one man I’ve been waiting to meet for so long. Marino. 



By his side are the five assassins and two drivers he sent after me, hung by their hands with chains attached to the ceiling. 



I walk closer to him, that’s when I sight the deformity on half of his face. This man was burned with acid probably long time ago and from the looks of it, his face is healed but the scar remained. I swallow. I guess I’ll give him a reminder of what acid running down one’s face, deteriorating the flesh with agonising burns feels like once more while I make him speak. 





"If you think I am a little bit remorseful then you’re wrong, I am not afraid of you." Marino laughs. "You won’t kill me. I know that. And since you won’t, I’ll come for you again." He laughs again, louder than the previous time. 



A grin forms on my face. "I’m glad you find this delightful." I walk to the end of the room where the torture toys are at and feel them with my fingers. Touching them gives me a form of euphoria. I missed the feeling of metal. They’re well cleaned and look brand new, like it has never been touched. It also smells like bleach. 





I inhale and exhale with contentment. "Laugh more Antonio. Because this will be your last." I say, picking up the scissors. I may not kill him, but I can pluck out every bit of his skin slowly while letting him bleed and wish for death. After all, torture is my forte. And I will start with his teeth.