The Return of Delilah

Chapter 52

LIAM

"You fucking kissed her?!" I asked again. 

Never act on anger.

I could see Delilah out of the corner of my eye, somewhat fearful and shocked at my reaction. Though I don't know why the fuck she was surprised. She hid this from me, and I'd trusted the fucking man to help her when I wasn't there. 

"Look man, I don't want to fucking argue. Things got out of hand and I thought I-"

"You would what? Shove your tongue down her throat to make her feel better?" 

"That wasn't my intention," he muttered.

Jesus, was I fucking paranoid or did I see a hint of amusement in him? 

"Bullshit," I hissed, shoving him further back. "You knew exactly what you were doing."

"Please, Liam, let him go," I heard Delilah beg.

No stress for Delilah.

Think of your baby.

I myself  shoved off of Brian, making sure to push him against the wall once again. I wanted to say so many things to Delilah, but I wouldn't, not in front of him. Whatever we needed to discuss would be done in private, without giving Brian the pleasure of witnessing a fallout between us. That's what he'd wanted in the first place. 

"Don't you fucking dare try to pull that shit again," I snarled, attempting at a quiet voice so as to not wake Adrian up.

I could see the unspoken apologies written all over her face, pleading for me not to be angry yet I knew that I wasn't going to listen, not then anyways. It was best for me to cool off before even speaking to her. She should have told me.

"You shouldn't have left her alone," Brian said, interrupting my train of thoughts. My hands balled into fists at the words leaving his fucking mouth. Now he was testing me. "You should have see the state I found her, she was damn close to losing it and if you cared about-"

Rage blinded me. Before I knew it my fist flew through the air and onto his face, hearing a cracking sound when it made contact with his nose. That was enough to make Brian snap, his police training kicking in as he pushed me back, swinging at me, but I managed to avoid the hit, ducking and aiming towards his gut.

Faintly, I heard Delilah screaming for us to stop, and the shaking of her voice let me know that she was crying. I let him go, sneering for him to get the fuck out our home. 

I saw him glance over at Delilah, the tears in her eyes stopping me from doing something utterly stupid.

"Get out, Brian," she said, her small hands  in fists to her sides. She was angry, hurt. 

Brian wiped the blood from his probably broken nose with a regretful look. "Delilah, I'm sorry I thought he knew."

"Just leave." 

"Delilah, I'm-"

"Get out!" Her voice cracked at the end, I realized this was hurting her far more than I anticipated. 

"Get the fuck out," I told Brian. "Now, or I won't give a damn who the hell you are."

Delilah lowered her gaze; I could sense the fear radiating from her, anticipation of the discussion ahead of us. I wasn't going to 'discuss' anything with her, not at the moment, not without calming down. It seemed to take Brian an eternity to drag his ass out of the house, but as soon as he did, Delilah was in front of me, trying to take my hand in hers to study my bloodied knuckles.