Forbidden Love [bwwm interracial]

Chapter 16- Diego!

Jonathan's POV

"Die!" Millie repeated several times as she threw his fists at Liv's beautiful face.

"Hey!" I yelled, by Liv's side in a second.

I picked the psycho bitch up and threw her off, not caring about the loud sound she made as she hit the floor. Before I could ask Liv any questions, she had already jumped off the floor and onto Millie. She screamed as she dug her hands into Millie's hair and picked her head up off the floor before slamming it back down.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?" She yelled. She reached her arm back and delivered a punch to Millie's face.

I stood there for a moment, just allowing Liv to do what she wanted to do. Her skirt had risen all the way up off her legs, giving me the perfect view of her ass. I tilted my head sideways and started enjoying the sight while it lasted.

Maybe it wasn't so bad she had worn that skirt today.

Liv jumped off of Millie and delivered a harsh kick to her stomach. Millie didn't even respond to it, so when I curiously looked down, I realized she was bloody and unconscious.

"Liv!" I grabbed her as she was about to deliver another kick. "She's out cold."

"I don't care!" She shouted and started clawing at my arms. "Just let me finish her off!"

Despite her attempts at tearing my skin off with her nails, I held on tight until she calmed down enough. When I let her go, she pulled down her skirt and grabbed her heels before marching past Millie and into the bathroom.

Mr. Parker killed himself? What kind of nonsense was that? After choosing to keep his restaurant in the condition of a pig's sty, he kills himself when he gets caught to avoid the consequences?

Then his niece comes in here blaming Liv for her uncle's suicide? Liv had no part in it! Suicide is something you chose to, and despite how terribly sad it is, nobody can be blamed for what somebody decides to do with their life!

Not only that, she could've seriously injured Liv!

I marched over to the phone on my desk and angrily called building security. Nobody was going to hurt Liv and get away with it as long as I was around, that was for sure.

Liv's POV

I winced as my knuckles grazed against the seat of Jonathan's car. I frowned at how busted and swollen they were and the pain I would be feeling later on.

I don't know what took over in me, but it was like everything she'd done to over the past couple months flashed before my eyes and I just saw red.

She drugged me.

She got me fired.

And now, she accused me of killing her uncle.

I didn't even feel her punching me anymore, or when she was grabbed off of me. All I remember was not seeing her face and I knew it was time to go in for the kill.

After Jonathan grabbed me off of that crazy bitch, I went into the bathroom and attempted to calm myself down. I mean, beating her up was such a rush of adrenaline that I haven't felt since the last time I got into a fight. And that was like in rehab when I was 19.

After I got everything out my system, I walked out and saw two large men carrying the bitch out the room. Of course she didn't put up a fight since I knocked her unconscious.

Oh well.

After Jonathan called in the cleaners to wipe up the blood off the floor, and after him practically examining every part of my body to make sure I wasn't harmed, he finally decided we could leave.