look away from me like I’m unable to ignore the fear so brazen on her face, making my heart fucking pound painfully.
“My brother’s a huge asshole but he’s never this angry about anything or anyone,” Liam says, looking at her. “So again, who are you?”
“I—” she starts, now on the verge of tears.
“Shit, you made her cry,” Cole murmurs again, watching the scene in front of him unfold, then turns to look at me, realization dawning in his eyes. “There’s no need for all of this. Just let her go in peace.”
“In peace?” I scoff. “You fucking know what she did!”
“What did she do?” Liam questions.
To hell with this. I’ve kept this fucking secret for a year, and I know my brother’s going to be pissed but I know if I don’t tell him, he’ll fight me…for her. I can see the fight in his eyes.
“I think I’m going to just go. This was a huge mistake.”
“Or a calculated move, knowing how slick you are,” I counter, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her. Maybe then, her existence wouldn’t be such a painful awareness to me.
“What?” Liam frowns. “Okay, one of you needs to speak up now. What the hell is going on?”
Like she’s actually ashamed of what she did before, Mia hangs her head, looking appalled.
“Wait, did you sleep with my brother before?” Liam starts, then chuckles. “Because if that’s the sticky case in the room, it’s nothing. This won’t be the first time I’ve fucked little broken girls that my brother would have discarded.”
“Oh God.” Mia gasps, hugging her chest tighter.
“That’s messed up, Little Liam.” Cole chuckles beside me, both of them obviously trying to diffuse the situation.
“It’s true though,” Liam starts, spreading his arms wide. “I’m a sexual healer.”
Fuck this shit.
“At least you’re not a user who kisses strangers in hospitals only to rat all the information they find to the press,” I state angrily. Liam’s jaw slackens with shock.
“What?” he whispers, but I’m watching her. “What are you talking about?”
“Liam,” I start, my heart fucking pounding harder and harder against my chest, knowing that I’m about to lose my brother’s trust.
And it’s all her fault.
“No, answer my fucking question,” he yells now, realization of where this is going darkening his features. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Aiden.”
“What about Aiden?”
A deafening silence stretches in the room with her occasional whimpers the only sound, chilling my blood as Liam stares daggers at me, the secret I’ve kept from him about to crash over of us.
“Last year—,” I start and he cuts me off.
“Last year, you rushed Aiden to the hospital and never told me about it. Last year, Aiden was diagnosed with Leukemia, again, you didn’t fucking tell me that. I had to found out about it from SOCIAL MEDIA!”
“Liam, calm down.” Cole steps forward but Liam doesn’t care, watching me. I deserve this.
“Last year, Aiden was all over the news like he was a damn enigma that no one could understand when he’s just human.”
“Brother…”
“Last year, Dad started hating Aiden with a passion because of the media blowout and now you’re telling me it’s because—,”
He spins around on his heel and stares at Mia, then he looks at me with so much anger and hate in his eyes. Throwing his head back, he starts laughing maniacally.
“She’s the close family friend source, isn’t she?” he sputters in between bouts of laughter. “She’s the one who ratted Aiden out, huh?”
“Liam,” I step forward, hating the pain I just caused. Hating her for the way she just caused this much pain.
“No,” he steps back. “You kissed this bitch, which means you told her what was going on with Aiden.”
“Liam.”
“You sold Aiden to her!”
And with that, he grabs his shirt from the floor, stares at Mia one last time and then he’s out, banging the door shut after he’s gone.
“Oh God.” Mia whimpers, making my skin almost crawl with hate and anger, I can’t even look at her. I need to deal with her, but I need to check on my brother. I can’t let anything or anyone come between Liam and I, but I think, I’ve already failed at that like I failed to protect Aiden.
“Fuck!” I run a hand through my hair. Looking up, I catch her frightened gaze as she looks at me, her face still pale, eyes wide. “You, get the fuck out.”
She makes to grab her shirt but for some reason, I want to make her suffer.