LIBERTY

Chapter XI

Libby looked herself up and down in the mirror, observing her outfit. The dress was a little too tight and maybe even too short but for once, she didn't give a single fuck. She put some make up around her eyes, going for the smoky look before applying lip gloss on her lips. She put her hair down, letting it cup her heart shaped face, the dark brown color bringing out the golden freckles in her blue eyes.

"Perfect," she smiled, satisfied. She put on a pair of high heels and sprayed some perfume before walking down the stairs.

"Where the fuck are you going?" Axel's voice suddenly boomed from behind her.

"Chloe's birthday," Libby said as she grabbed her purse from the coat rack.

"Looking like that?"

She turned around to face him and cocked a challenging eyebrow. "Like what?"

Axel snorted. "Like a whore."

"Oh haven't you heard? That's actually exactly what I was going for. A whore," she smiled.

"Are there gonna be boys?"

"Lots of 'em." She checked herself one last time in the mirror, hiking up the dress just a little bit higher.

"Jesus Christ Libby I can see your – I can see everything. Where did you even get that dress?"

"Oh at the slut store. The one in that dark alley right between the strip club and that brothel, you know the one I'm talking about."

Her brother's furious eyes narrowed. "Adam!"

Libby rolled her eyes as she put her phone and other necessities in her purse just as Adam walked down the stairs.

"What?" he asked nonchalantly.

Axel pointed at his sister standing at the front door. "You're gonna let her go out like that?"

Adam's eyes darkened in a disapproving way. "Go change, Libby."

Libby straightened her shoulders. "No."

Adam's jaw ticked. "Go put something else or you're not going."

Libby was aware that Axel was smirking triumphantly but it did nothing to make her back down. She met Adam's glare full on with one of her own. "I said no."

The oldest McCoy wet his lips as he slowly walked over to her until he could smell her cologne. He had to give it to her, his little sister never once looked away. A touch of pride filled his heart but it was quickly crushed when the alpha in him bristled at the thought that she wouldn't submit to him.

Being up close he could finally take her in properly. The dress clung to her like a second skin and it revealed way too much.

"What is this?" he finally asked, waving at her attire. "This isn't you."

"No?" Libby flicked her hair over her shoulder. "Then who is this?"

"This is someone trying to get back at me. And you're failing terribly."

Libby took the risk to take a step closer and stare right into his eyes, something that she rarely had the balls for. "This is me, and if you don't like it then that's your problem. Now I got a party to attend so please get out of my way."

Adam didn't step away – he stayed right where he was, his hands buried in his pockets, his piercing eyes studying Libby as if searching something she was trying to hide.

"You're scared."

Libby couldn't help but laugh. "Why does everyone keep thinking I'm scared? Scared of what?"