The Billionaire's red

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Crash!

Crash!

Crash!

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD! TELL ME WHO THAT BITCH IS NOW! WHAT, YOU DIDN'T THINK I SAW YOU FLIRTING WITH HER?" Amelia's voice yelled from the next room.

I let out a sigh as I hugged a shuddering Brie to my chest tightly. Her short arms wrapped around my torso and I winced a bit when her hand touched the bruise on my back.

"It's gonna be alright honey, you shouldn't stress those beautiful eyes of yours." I pulled her back a little to wipe the tears off her face. Her big blue eyes were red and puffy from crying, her lips were curled downward and they shook from fear. Seeing her sad and scared broke my heart.

"Why do my mommy and daddy quarrel every time?." The four-year-old asked, her innocent big blue staring up at me. They used to look so lively and bubbly but now, they were just as dull as dishwater. I would do everything to make them sparkle brightly again, even if it meant taking her out of her room to mine where she wouldn't have to hear her parents fight.

"Brie, that is something—"

Crash!

"YOU WILL NOT IGNORE ME LIKE I'M NOTHING DYLAN." The screech from the next room came again making Brie whimper and crawl into my arms.

"My mommy is gonna hurt my daddy." She cried out. 

"TELL ME, DID YOU FUCK THAT BITCH?." I immediately covered Brie's ears with both hands. She shouldn't be hearing vulgar words like that. I just wished Amelia would be more cautious about her language and remember that she has a child in the house.

"Yup, let's get you out of here." I said and lifted her into my arm, settling her on my hips.

"DYLAN! DYLAN! COME BACK HERE! YOU WILL NOT WALK OUT ON ME WHEN I'M STILL TALKING TO YOU! YOU SON OF A BITCH!!"

Brie buried her face in the crook of my neck, sobbing quietly into it. I placed a comforting hand on her back assuring her that everything was gonna be back to normal the next day.

I placed my free hand on the doorknob, ready to pull the door open but before I could do that, the door was pushed from outside.

I let out a soft gasp as Dylan appeared in the doorway.

"Mr. Marshall." Just as his name rolled off my lips involuntarily, Amelia lifted her head from my shoulder as her dad walked into the room, locking the door behind him. I know he did that because he didn't want his wife coming in.

"Daddy!" She cried and stretched her arms out to him so he would carry her. I released my hold on her as she settled in her father's arms.

"I'm sorry Princess. That must have startled you." He said as he wiped the tears on her face with the back of her hand.

Brie nodded. "I was sleeping and then I heard it...I thought it was a nightmare and I was scared but then Hera came and...Daddy can you and mommy not quarrel any more. It scares me that she will hurt you like she hurts Hera." Brie said and my eyes widened a bit.

What does she mean by that?

Dylan's eyes met mine momentarily and then they were back on his daughter's.

"I promise I won't have any more fights with you mommy again."

"Pinky promise?." Brie said stretching forward her right pinky finger. Dylan nodded with a smile on his face before wrapping his pinky finger around his daughter's and then stamping their promise with their thumbs. I couldn't help but smile at them. Dylan was such a good dad to Brie, it was obvious that he loved her. Amelia on the other hand was different. She was far too obsessed with her husband and had never really cared much for her daughter.