Liam's POV
I wanted to punch something. Preferably, someone. My blood boiled in my veins as I tightened my fists and tried my possible best to hold it together.
It took everything in me not to look over at Ava's direction on the other side of the room. I don't want to see the look of regret on her face. That was the last thing I wanted to see and I feel like she's the only thing holding me back from actually slamming my fist into Ethan's face at the moment so he would back away from her.
He's crowding her too much and getting in her personal space. I don't care that he's her brother. Ava was mine and mine alone and the idea of another male getting in her space made me see red.
“Will someone answer the question I asked?! Or are we going to just sit here and do a staring contest?” Coa
