Chapter 112: Worst Nightmare
Liam’s POV The rage consumed me like wildfire as I stormed straight to the bar, my hands shaking with fury. I grabbed the first bottle I could reach...expensive scotch that I’d been saving for a special occasion...and poured a generous amount into a tumbler. Without hesitation, I threw my head back and downed the entire glass in one burning gulp.
My heart hammered against my ribs so violently I could hear my own ragged breathing echo through the mansion’s living room. Each inhale came out as a harsh rasp, and my eyes felt like they were bleeding red with the intensity of my fury.
"GUERRERO!" I roared again, "how dare you!?"
I patted my pockets frantically, searching for my phone, ready to call that backstabbing bastard and give him a piece of my mind. But my pockets were empty. Where the hell...
Then I remembered. I’d dropped it on my study desk after Vanessa’s call. Cursing under my breath, I stumbled back through the hallway, my legs unsteady from the alcohol and adrenaline coursing through my system. The alchohol was already working its way through my bloodstream, making the edges of my vision slightly blurry.
I snatched the phone from my desk and immediately dialed Guerrero’s number, my finger jabbing at the screen with more force than necessary. The phone rang once, twice, three times before going to voicemail.
"Damn you, Guerrero," I muttered, ending the call and immediately hitting redial.
Again, straight to voicemail.
"I’m going to kill you!" I screamed at the phone, my voice cracking with rage. "ARGHHH!"
I threw myself onto the living room couch, the leather creaking under my weight. The phone felt heavy in my hands as I stared at Guerrero’s contact information, contemplating whether to leave a threatening voicemail or try calling again. But what was the point? The coward was clearly avoiding me.