When A Bully Falls In Love by Valerie Sax (good books to read for women TXT) 📖

~Xander~

I wanted to kill that bastard who slapped her. I didn't know why she was protecting him even after he hit her.
Don't tell me it's her eternal love story. I will love him till my last breath and shit. I rolled my eyes. My anger busted like a volcano when I saw her hugging his unconscious body in the car. 
Great, If I would have acted like him, beaten and unconscious. Maybe she would have shown such concern for me too.
How could she love a junkie? Can't she see he is not good enough for him? My blood was boiling, and I totally forget about my hand, which was hurting like hell. That idiot hit me with a knuckle duster. Did she see that her lover hit me with that?
I slammed the door as Matt tried to help him to come out.
Give me a chance, and I will break his nose.
We reached the hospital, and the people took Caleb on the stretcher. No doubt she would follow him till emergency.
Matt came out as I was sitting on his car bonnet.
"Come, let's go." He said.
"I don't want to," I said, jerking my hand in the air, but he knew my hand was bleeding and hurting.
"She is not here to see your attitude. I knew you are hurt, don't try to become a Viking on this stupid thing." He dragged me inside.
We were told to sit in a room where doctors will come and check my hand.
After some time, they took me to take an X-ray. Luckily, none of my bones were broken. 
Whatever the doctor said, I didn't listen as my focus was on Aoife and her boyfriend.
We were settled in a room where an old nurse came to put a bandage on my hand.
She was busy doing her job.
Matt was looking at me with his so-called give up expression.
"What?" I said.
"Why did you hit him?" He asked.
"He hit her; you were not here to see that," I said in my pissed off voice.
"And I don't understand what the hell she saw in him? Why she loved him so much? Today, I said sorry to her, but she was not ready to accept my apology."
I rolled my eyes as I saw him listening to my voice carefully.
The nurse listened to our talk carefully.
She was about to leave the room, but before she did, she purred.
"You broke his nose,"
Matt released the sharp breath as his disgusted look.
"You never missed a chance to hurt her." He rolled his eyes at me.
What? What did I do now? Protecting her was my fault?
If it is like this, then I need to talk to her.

"I need to talk to her. Otherwise, my mind will blast." I said.
Matt stood up from his chair and diverted his peer towards the gate.
I looked back and saw Aoife standing at the entrance of the door.
She glared at me.
Without thinking, I said,
"I want to talk to you," I said.
"It's not a good time, Xan," Matt answered in between.
Aoife walked towards me and answered Matt.
"Will you please excuse us. I want to listen to him,"
She folded her arm on her chest with a blank face towards me.
Matt left the room, as I could hear the doorknob locked behind his back.
"Are you ok?" I said while looking at her lip cut.
"Spill," She didn't answer my question.
I was tired of her attitude. It really triggered my anger toward her.
All the emotions flood back what she did in the car and how she tried to protect him.
I wanted to go on easy with her but, her reply really ignited a fire in me.
I stood and darkened her figure.
"Do you love him?" I asked directly.
"What?"
"You love that junkie? Right? That piece of shit. You cannot accept my apology, but you are ready to get a slap by him?"
"You are crossing the limits now," She raised her brows.
I walked towards her as I cornered her in the wall.
"Did you sleep with him?" I gruffed.
She rolled her eyes, and I didn't know when I clutched her neck.
I wanted her to look at me. She was not ready to look into my eyes.
"You are getting personal." She answered, in pissed off voice.
She gripped my hand with her little tiny palms.
But her eyes were red with anger on me. I didn't care even she was angry or not; I wanted to know her answer, which she was not ready to give me.
I released my hand from her neck and held her wrist tightly; Pointing towards her tattoo.
"Is this your true love for him? His name on your wrist? Love fucking never dies?" I said in a shrilled voice.
She closed her eyes as her cheeks were wet with salt water again. I knew I am hurting her, but what should I do to tell her; I feel bad when I see her with another man.
"Answer me, damn it," I screamed.
She pushed me.
"You want an answer from me?" 
I wanted to grab her again, but before I did something. She slapped me hard on my face.
"You are a pathetic man. Just an hour back, you were saying something. You will not do anything to hurt me. Right?"
"What bad I did to you? Why are you treating me like I am your property?"
"You are bad... You are bad... That piece of shit is my brother. He is a drug addict, to whom I am trying to save."
"And you are talking about true love? Do you even know what is the meaning of true love? I am sure you never loved in your life because you were busy around in fucking people's life,"

Her voice was low; maybe she wanted to shout, but her sobbing voice didn't allow her to scream.
She lifted her hand and showed me her tattoo.
"These are the last words said by my mom. NM is Nia Marshall. She is my mom, and no, I didn't sleep around with people like you do."
She screamed while hitting and pushing me again.
"Aoife," I said. I wanted to hug her badly.
I was shocked by her voice. Whatever I was thinking was wrong about her. 
I am ashamed of my thinking. I hurt her again.
"Don't say my name." She wiped her face. 
I was standing in front of her, but this was the first time in my life, I was scared of someone.
I was scared of what she would say next. Is she going to reject me forever? We both were in pain.
She turned herself to walk towards the door, but then again, I ran after her, grabbed her waist.
"I was just trying to protect you. I didn't have a clue about him being your brother. I am sorry for hurting you like this, please, don't leave me like this,"
I said while grabbing her near me.
She was blankly looking at me.
"Leave me," She whispered in her hurting voice.
"Please, give me a chance," I said in a lower voice.
Our eyes were meeting, but the anger was gone. It's only pain in our eyes.
She didn't say a word, but her emotionless eyes conveyed her heart to me.
I released her body, and she left the room.
I lost my chance, fucked up everything in between us.
Watching her getting away from me; In this anger, I punched the painting.
The pieces of glasses inserted into my skin, and again the nurse came running with the noise and the blood dripping from my wound.
Matt ran and called the doctor. They checked and gave me sedatives.
Before I fell unconscious, I said.
"Call Raph,"