Facade of Love (Yvette Scott and Idris Young)

Chapter 114, The Fight Begins

Liam nodded, gave Idris a look that was met with silence, and without another word, stepped past the mastiff to search inside.

I tried to get up, but a hand appeared to help me. I saw the well-defined, almost too perfect fingers and bit my I*p, deciding not to take the help. I got up by myself. Idris watched, his expression falling ever so slightly, and he pulled back his hand.

I looked away and followed Liam into the darkness.

The tower was not big, but the shadows made it feel like another world.

Seeing Sweety stopped me cold. She was bare...

That monster, Noah.

My eyes burned with rage. Liam was already by her side, and after a shocked pause, he quickly shed his jacket and draped it over Sweety, lifting her from the mess. Sweety woke with a start, her screams piercing the air as she flailed. "Don't touch me, don't touch me!

She was clawing at the air, completely out of control.

Liam wrapped his arms around her, his voice a gentle whisper, "Don't be scared, don't be scared. Nob*dy's gonna hurt you. We're here to rescue you. Don't be scared." Sweety could not hear him, her eyes flooded with tears, and her hands clawing at the air in panic.

My heart clenched so hard it hurt to breathe. I knelt beside her, holding her close. My voice broke. Sweety, it's me. It's me! I'm Yvette. Don't be scared. We're here to save you! Don't be scared!" Maybe it was hearing her name that made her wild, scared eyes start to settle down, but she was still shaking. She stared at me, lost and confused, her voice a husky whisper. "Yvette!"

I nodded, gripping her hand, nodding again. "Yeah, it's me. I've come to save you. Don't be scared. We're going home soon.

I tried to lift her, but I was still weak from a recent miscarriage, and pain throbbed in my lower abdomen, sapping my strength

"I got her!" Liam stepped in. He was as tall as Idris, and he easily scooped Sweety into his arms.

Maybe clarity was returning to her because Sweety looked at him, then at me, her eyes searching

I kept talking to her, trying to calm her, as Liam and I rushed out of the tower. Idris was right there with us, silent as a shadow, not uttering a word. Neither did I. Outside, Moore was pacing, worried. When she saw us, her eyes flicked to Sweety, who was a mess, and she quickly looked away, guilt written all over her face. Her anxious eyes then darted to Idris

1 watched all this with a cool eye, pushing down the waves of anger that kept rising, telling myself that getting Sweety to the hospital was what mattered most right now. "Hey, what brings the Youngs heirs here? What's all this?" Noah sauntered up to the rooftop with his crew, a fake smile plastered on his face as he blocked our path. Liam bit his l*p, clutching Sweety close, his face set in a serious frown. "Noah, step aside!"

Sweety, cradled in his arms, seemed to shiver at the sound of Noah's voice.

Noah sneered at him, not budging an inch. Instead, he planted himself right before Liam, blocking his way, and taunted, "Look, Liam, you're on my turf now. If you want to take someone from here, you've got to check in with me first"

Liam's eyebrows knitted together, his face clouded with annoyance. "Noah, we're all playing the same game here. I need to take this girl with me today."

"And what if I say no?" Noah challenged, cocking his head toward Idris, his eyes landing on Idris's bandaged right hand. "Oh, what's this? Did Mr. Young here hurt his little hand?"

Idris had been silent the whole time, his face like a thundercloud. When Noah baited him, he just gave him a cold, fleeting glance and kept quiet.

He turned to Liam instead and said simply, "Stay safe."

Liam nodded in response.

He gently set Sweety down on a chair tucked in the corner and whispered something to her that made her pale face nod weakly in agreement. Idris's grip tightened on my hand. When I tried to pull away, he looked back at me, his eyes cool and distant and his voice a soft murmur. "Don't worry," With that, he guided me to a safe spot, handed me his jacket, and then charged at Noah. His left hand swung like a hammer, hitting Noah's face square. Noah's face twisted in fury as he bellowed, "Get them!"