That Bad Boy

John Q

Chapter Eighteen

John Q

Sienna's POV –

Everything, in that moment, felt like it was going in slow motion. Jacob was standing at my door, rage and hurt in his eyes at the arm that held me close to Liam. I wanted to laugh at him – before I strangled him – and yell that he had no right to feel hurt at the arm around my shoulder.

I wanted to grab Liam but his shirt and kiss him senseless in front of Jacob but I knew it was wrong. Not wrong because I had no feelings for Liam – because it was clear as day, I did – but it was wrong because if I kissed Liam, I didn't want it to be on these circumstances. I wanted to kiss Liam when it felt right if it was meant to be, and especially on different conditions because I knew Liam had deeper feelings for me that went beyond what I thought would be capable for a criminal like him.

However nonetheless, I wanted to make him jealous. I wanted to make him hurt the way he hurt me. But... as I watched him in front of me, both anger and regret in his eyes – I realised that I wasn't hurt in the way a girlfriend should be after seeing her boyfriend cheat. Yes, Jacob did cheat, and yes, he was the biggest asshole in the world for it. But, it was more like I was hurt from betrayal over the fact that someone who I had known for years could do something like that to me. And with that bitch, too.

The arm around me tensed and like a domino effect, so did the rest of my body. My eyes weren't focused on Jacob anymore, he didn't deserve it. Instead, I turned to the guy who had suddenly taken such a big part of my life.

"Liam..."

"Sienna," His use of my actual name meant he was serious. "Please, do not let me hold back on this one. I cannot handle this right now." His teeth were clenched and his fists were clenching.

What was he talking about? As I frowned, I put my hand on his cheek and forced him to look at me.

"Liam, what's wrong?"

"Sienna," His eyes softened and he gulped heavily, like it was physically exhausting for him to sit down right now with me. "I need to kill him. Please do not stop me."

And within a second, I was ripped away from the hold Liam had on me and pushed down onto my back. Loud commotion erupted into my ears and I could hear the anger in both voices. Jacob had torn off Liam's arm around me and in that moment, I had flung back due to the testosterone filled males who were hell-bent on destroying each other.

I crouched into the corner with worried eyes and mentally cursed myself.

Hurt or not, I was not the type of girl that shadowed herself in a corner and let two guys go at it for them. I was the type that wasn't afraid to get into the middle of it and stop it. I hated violence and I would never condone it.

But then... I watched Liam pull his arm back and he flung it forward as his fist connected with Jacob's jaw, allowing him to fly back and hit the edge of the door.

Okay, so damage was done and my revenge was slowly reaching its maximum. It was time to stop the fight now.

"Liam." I said his name as I pulled myself off of the couch.

And what surprised me most – what warmed my heart and made it clench with unconditional proudness was that at the sound of his name, Liam turned around immediately and came to my side.

I didn't need to say his name again or get in the middle of the fight; I didn't need to pull him off of my boyfr... ex-boyfriend. In that one instance where Liam heard his name, he was by my side, with his arm around my shoulder as he brought my body close to his.