scene 2

It was a rainy Thursday afternoon when it happened. Serena was in the middle of a meeting with her top lieutenants, discussing a rival gang that had been encroaching on their territory, when her phone pinged. It was the alert from the camera feed outside Liam’s literature classroom. She didn’t even excuse herself before she grabbed her phone, her eyes scanning the screen, and instantly, the air in the room dropped several degrees colder.

On the screen, Liam was standing by the door, his books held tight against his chest, a soft, sweet smile on his face. Standing far too close to him was a male classmate — some stupid boy with messy hair and a too-confident grin — leaning into Liam’s space, his hand resting casually on Liam’s arm as he laughed at something. Liam, being the kind, polite boy he was, hadn’t pulled away. He was just standing there, smiling that lovely, soft smile that only belonged to Serena, letting another man touch him, let another man make him laugh.

The sound of Serena cracking the screen of her expensive phone under her grip echoed loudly around the room. Her men froze, terrified, as she stood up slowly, her face completely blank, her eyes burning with a terrifying, dark fire.

“Meeting adjourned,” she said, her voice low and deadly, sharp as broken glass. “And send someone to take care of Mr. Carter. Permanently. He touched what is mine.”

She didn’t wait for a response. She walked out of the room, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor, her mind already filled with dark, hungry thoughts. How dare he? How dare anyone touch him? How dare Liam let them? He knows the rules. He knows he is only allowed to look at me, speak to me, smile for me alone. He needs to be reminded. He needs to learn his lesson again.

She was waiting by the entrance of the building when Liam walked out twenty minutes later. The moment he saw her, leaning against her black sports car, her arms crossed over her chest, her expression colder than ice, his smile faltered. He knew that look. He knew exactly what it meant. He lowered his head instantly, his cheeks turning pink with nervousness, his steps slowing as he approached her.

“S-Serena,” he whispered softly, his voice trembling just a little. “You… you came early.”

“Get in the car,” she ordered, her tone sharp, giving him absolutely no room to argue. She opened the passenger door for him, but her grip on the frame was tight enough to bend the metal.

Liam nodded quickly, scrambling inside, sitting as still as possible, his hands folded neatly in his lap. He didn’t speak again until the car had pulled away and they were driving towards her large, heavily guarded penthouse.

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