𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ✹ 𝐠. 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱𝐯 - 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲? 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐝

Gibsie

How I managed to get myself alone in a kitchen with Haven Kavanagh for the second time in such a short period of time truly baffles me. This time though, she wasn't wearing pajama pants while I had impure thoughts and tugged at her braids. This time I was shielding her from two motherfucking assholes who, using their two shared neurons, decided to prey upon her.

Not on my watch idiots, try again with someone else (don't take my words literally please, I do not wish this upon anyone ever ever ever, thanks and goodbye)

She looked like a scared little thing backed up against a wall and when I saw her giving me big pleading eyes from the kitchen my brain switched into protect mode. I couldn't bear anyone laying a finger on her, I just couldn't.

"What the hell do you want Gibsie?" Paul asked. He was new on the rugby team, still not used to the chain of power inside the team. He was about to learn with pure bodily harm if he didn't take his scrawny little body along with his stupid friend away from my girl.

"Back off" I command while feeling my body getting pulled taut with tension, jaw clenched and fists balled up. I felt Haven's presence behind me. I felt her hand momentarily reach to my hardened back before the ghost of her touch left.

They eyed each other, clearly not used to my outburst. They knew me as the laid back companion to their hard ass captain. They weren't used to me being so...tense. But this was Haven we were talking about and I knew their thoughts weren't pure.

George laughed, painfully obvious he was nervous by the almost killer look in my eyes "Relax mate, we were just having a bit of fun."

The other idiot chimed in "Yeah Gibs, it's not like we were hurting her or anything"

My jaw clenched even tighter. Did they think I was really that fucking stupid?

"I don't know what kind of sick demented assholes think making her feel unsafe is 'fun', but whatever it is you were planning is over now." I cracked my knuckles and took a step closer to them who looked like they were ready to shit themselves. They fuckers didn't even reply, they were shitting themselves.

Haven must've sensed I was two seconds away from slamming their heads into the bleeding counter because her hand returned to my back, this time staying. Her fingertips touched me first, featherlight, as if testing the waters. Then I felt the soft pressing of her palm. It stayed there unmoving in my spine. I took a deep breath still boiling with rage but this time measuring my words.

"If I ever see you looking at her wrong, talking shit about her, breathing the same fucking air as her, and god forbid I ever see you bothering her again I will fuck you up so badly." My tone was low and menacing, weirded out to even hear myself speaking that way "And apart from me you'll have her lovely older brother to deal with too, which also happens to be your lovely captain. Understood?"

Paul and George shared looks as they both nodded eagerly. "Alright Gibs, got it. We were just messing around." George answered, trying to make it look like he wasn't about to call mommy and ask her to come pick him up because someone was being mean.

"Good, now get the fuck out here before I smash you into the fridge." My tone left no room for debate and as the good little lads they are, they hurried away without a second thought.
Christ, it feels great to reduce people to almost crying when they mess with Haven.

Speaking of her, as soon as the two sorry excuses of boys left, I pivoted my body around and looked at her with concern etched on my features. I placed my hands gently on her shoulders and leaned down to her size, analyzing her to see if any harm had been done.