𝐈𝐙𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 is a selective mute. Ever since her mother died, she felt like life was hopeless. That she didn't deserve love. Her father is never home. Her step-brother uses any excuse to hit and punish her and her stepmother is too ob...
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- F A L S E C O N F I D E N C E - "All that's left of myself, hole's in my false confidence.." -Noah Kahan. ________________________
Liam's combat boots hit the gravel with a new found purpose. His shoulders were squared and his jaw was clenched, his body preparing for anything. He reached Zion quickly with his long strides.
The dark haired man swayed slightly as he stood by the front steps, eyes glassy with vengeance, the bottle in his hand catching the porch light with a faint gleam.
The faint sound of a car door opening had Liam's head snapping to the brown haired bueaty, her face set into a look of uneasy. His eyes followed her as she walked towards them with hesitation.
"Go inside, Izabela." He said, tone too calm to be trusted. Izabela hesitated—she didn't know why but she did—her heart was beating in her ears and she saw the growing anger on Zion's face. She was already a dead man.
She didn't move. She stood half behind Liam, her hands curled into fist so tight her fingernails dug into her palms. Liam glanced down at her then back at Zion.
"Now, Izabela." Liam said firmly, his cold gaze stuck on the dark haired man.
Izabela inhaled sharply and kept her head down as she passed the two as quickly as she could. Heels in hand and André's suit jacket drowning her frame, she fumbled to open the door and quickly get herself inside.
Zion followed her movements, a dark smirk tainting his lips.
"The fuck is your problem?" Liam stated, getting straight to the point now knowing that Izabela was safe inside.
Zion's tilted his head and pulled his lips up into a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"My problem?" He let out a cheap laugh. "You're the one starting a fight on my property."
Liam's jaw clenched, rolling his shoulders back to release the tension growing in them.
"Fine, I'll tell you what my problem is..." He took a challenging step forward. "You. You're standing out here drunk out of your mind and looking at her in way that I'm not comfortable with."
The dark haired man gripped his beer tightly, his eyes hardening. "I don't give a flying bloody fuck what you're comfortable with. She's my sister. I don't need some stray mutt snifffin' around her." His words were slurred but the meaning hit sharp.
Liam's jaw twitched, the ultimate test of his patience.
Zion took it a step further, "You do know she's only 18 right?"
"It's legal, connard."
[asshole]
Zion laughed in his face, "It's legal?! That's your best defense? Oh mate, your gonna need more then that. Not a good look for a man your age to be dating a high schooler."
