Contentions(A Liam Payne AU)

Chapter 21 - Disturbing Truths

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“MACIE!” Liam yelped and tore out of the room, a disoriented me hot on his heels.The scream we had heard was blood curdling, fear obviously present in it. I rammed into a broad back when he came to a screeching halt. An older man stood there, Macie being held by her hair and Jessie pinned to his body, an arm curled around her neck. I stiffened, my mouth falling open at the sight. There was so much terror in the faces of both of the girls, my sights locking on the red mark on Macie’s cheek.

“Scott,” Liam growled, his whole body tensing with anger as he took in the sight. “What are you doing here?”

“I haven’t seen you at the club for a few days,” the man chuckled, tugging on Macie’s hair roughly. “I just wanted to make sure you and your little family here were still alive and well.” His eyes raked down Jessie’s struggling body and an evil glint filled his eyes. “I can tell you this one here is definitely doing well. She’s a pretty little thing isn’t she, mate…”

“Leave her alone,” I pleaded, stepping forward only to be blocked by a cursing Liam.

“Ah, but here’s the one I was looking for,” the Scott guy chuckled sinisterly. “You’re the one who’s taking my prized boxer away. Tsk tsk…that’s not acceptable.”

“What are you talking ab-“ I began when I was angrily hushed, my body being pushed behind a large frame.

“I’ve been busy, Scottie,” Liam sighed. “I’m sorry…I’ll come by tonight.”

“Well wouldn’t that be too easy,” the man laughed, shoving Macie forward, her frame landing harshly on the floor. I wanted so bad to go to her but I knew I would be stopped the second I tried. Why wasn’t she moving?

“What’s this cutie’s name?”  Scott suddenly purred stroking Jessie’s cheek.

“Stay away from her-“

“WHAT’S HER NAME!” he barked, tugging her roughly against his body.

“Jessie,” Liam gritted out. “Now let her go.”

“Hm, I don’t think I will,” Scott cackled, his hands crawling awfully over the tweens body.

“Stop it!” she begged, trying to wriggle out of his grasp but a filthy hand cupped her chest and squeezed, Liam finally snapping. He strode forward, the other man’s eyes widening as a hand shot out and wrapped around his throat.

“Let. Her. Go.” The boxer spat, tightening his grip gradually till the man had no choice but to release Jessie, the frightened girl quickly falling to her knees and crawling away. In no time Scott was thrown to the sidewalk outside, Liam whispering something in his ear before he slammed the door and locked it, his chest heaving. His eyes scanned over the situation of a confused me crouched next to a limp Macie, and Jessie curled into a ball and crying.

“I’m so sorry girls,” he choked, shuffling forward to kneel beside Jess, trying to pull her into his arms. “C’mon, sweetheart.” She shook her head, folding more into herself, her sobs becoming more and more prominent along with frequent gasps.

“Jess…”the young man said wearily, worry on his features. “You have to calm down.” A small hand on my arm distracted me from the scene, my eyes darting down to a bleary little girl, her lip quivering.

“Oh, honey,” I cooed, pulling her into my lap, wincing when her elbow brushed against my injured hip. “Did he hurt you?”

“My head,” was all she whimpered, burying her face into my shoulder. I was about to speak when my body tensed, the sound of Liam humming taking me off guard. I looked over, a warmth calming me as I took in the sight of Jessie resting on his lap, her face tucked into his neck and a white knuckled grip on his shirt. He swayed slightly, eyes locked on Macie and I has he hummed a soft, unfamiliar tune.

“Is she alright?” he asked softly, noting the quivering body of the child in my hold.

“I think so,” I mumbled. “I-I think her hit her but she’s conscious so I guess that’s something.”

“This is one big mess,” he sighed, shaking his head. “I-“

“Who was he, Liam?” a small voice suddenly came from his lap making him glance down at his sister. “Why was he…why was he doing that to me?”

“Jess-“

“I want to know!” she cried, pulling away. His eyes met mine and I nit my lip, nodding slightly as I realized he was looking for some sort of counsel.

“Girls, that was Scott. He-he’s…” he began, but looked away at the end.

“He’s what Liam?” I prodded, almost afraid to know the answer.

“He’s the leader of one of the most dangerous gangs in England,” he forced out, looking up to meet my gaze. “And he’s my boss…”