Page 102 of The Destruction You Desire

"Luca, come on. We're just having some fun," he says, righting himself and totally ignoring the fact his nose is gushing blood, staining his previously pristine white shirt.

"Fun. Your idea of fun is fucking sick. Did you really think I'd never find out about Libby, you sick bastard? How many other kids have you groomed, huh, old man? How many underage girls have you fucked with your pathetic excuse of a cock?"

He pales slightly but still doesn't back down an inch.

"You know nothing," he spits, covering Julian's already disgusting carpet with blood.

"L-Luca." Her terrified whimper cuts through me, turning my blood to ice.

"You're going to fucking pay for this," I warn, cocking my arm back once more and landing a solid punch to my father's temple that sends his toppling to the ground.

"Get off, please. Get off me." Her voice shatters my already broken and battered heart and I spin around with a roar but it seems I'm too late because Bry has joined us and has a chair careening toward Julian's head.

His grunt of pain sounds out before he hits the desk on the way down.

"Peyton," I breathe, rushing to where she's slumped on the floor, her eyes wide and terrified. "Baby, it's okay."

"Get her out of here," Bry instructs. "I'll sort this out."

"How?" I ask, looking at the two sick fucks passed out on the floor.

"I've got connections, don't worry."

I narrow my eyes at him but when Peyton shudders in my arms I forget all about it.

"Go out the back, no one will see you."

"Yeah, okay."

Standing, I pull my hoodie off before slipping it over her head to cover her up before lifting her into my arms and carrying her from the building.

As gently as I can, I place her on my passenger seat and strap her in before running around to the driver's side, getting in and backing out of there as fast as I arrived.

"It's going to be okay, baby. He's not going to get away with this."

We're almost at the house when my brother finally decides to call me back.

"You at the house?"

"Yeah, just going out, why?"

"I'm just pulling up. I need your help with something."

He sighs, letting me know that I'm shitting all over his plans, but I don't give a fuck. This is more important than anything he was about to go and do.

I park as he emerges and walks over.

"What is it, Lu— What the fuck?" he barks the second he sees Peyton curled up beside me, staring ahead with glazed eyes.

"Help me get her in, yeah?"

"Y-yeah, of course."

He glances down at my fist, his brows pulling together.

We work in silence, me still trying to get control of myself as I lift Peyton from the car and Lee obviously trying to read between the lines to find out what the fuck has happened.

I jog up the stairs with her to my room, thankfully not bumping into any of the guys as I do so, and lay her out in the middle of my bed, pulling the sheets over her because I have no idea if she's shivering because she's terrified or cold or both.