Chapter 115


    Chapter 115 Does It Hurt to See Him Like This?


    Suddenly, a dozen guys came barreling down the stairs, heading straight for Liam and Idris. I froze, my


    eyes wide as I watched the brawl unfold before me.


    “Please stop fighting! Stop!” Moore’s voice pierced the air, her terror palpable as she cowered in the


    corner, too scared to move an inch.


    I sprinted to Sweety’s side, shielding her with my b*dy, my eyes darting to the brawl unfolding before


    us. The Young brothers might have been silver–spoon kids, but they threw punches like street fighters,


    and with their ck belts in Taekwondo, they held their own even when outnumbered.


    However, Idris was at a disadvantage with his injured hand, and it showed.


    The moment Idris floored a beefy guy, Noah whipped out a knife, lightning–fast, and lunged.


    My heart stopped. “Watch out!” I yelled.


    Idris, with reflexes like a cat, spun around at my shout. He caught Noah’s wrist and, with a fierce twist,


    snapped it. The knife ttered to the ground.


    Without missing a beat, Idris’s leg whipped around in a spinning kick,nding a solid hit to Noah’s


    groin. Noah’s howl could have shattered ss, echoing off the mountains long after


    As his cries still hung in the air, the cops swarmed in, guns drawn, barking orders, “Freeze! Down on


    the ground, hands on your heads, do it now!”


    The chaos subsided, and I let out a long, shaky breath.


    Officer Jackson checked everyone was okay, then gave Liam and Idris a nod before his team hauled


    Noah and his cronies away.


    Sweety looked lost, her eyes zed over. Officer Jackson exhaled a weary breath. “Ambnce is up


    front. Get the injured checked out, pronto.


    I nodded, my mind a whirlwind. After a quick thanks, I scooped Sweety into my arms, ready to get her


    the help she needed.


    Liam put a hand on my shoulder, giving me a look that said he would handle it. “I’ve got this,” he said,


    and with that, he scooped Sweety up in his arms and headed downstairs.


    I trailed behind them, not sparing a thought for Idris and Moore.


    It was not until Sweety was safely in the ambnce that I let out a breath I did not realize I had been


    holding. Maxwell came over, gave me a once–over, and with a relieved smile, said, “That was close.


    d you’re okay.


    I stared at him, my brain a beat too slow, and then it clicked. “Did you call Idris?” I asked.


    How else could he have shown up out of the blue?


    He shook his head. “Nope, it wasn’t me. He rang me up, all worried about you. You were so desperate


    to find him earlier, so when he called, I filled him in on Sweety’s situation. He’s the one who told me to


    call the cops and to make sure they got here fast. He was worried it might be serious, so we got the.


    paramedics over too.


    I did not press any further. If Liam could guess that Noah might be here, then of course Idris could too.


    His arrival was not a shock


    My gaze shifted to Moore and Idris as they stepped out with Officer Jackson.


    I bit my l*ps. I could wrap my head around Idris rushing over, but why was Moore here too?


    Officer Jackson got the lowdown and after a few words with me, he headed back to the precinct.


    “Iddy, you’re bleeding” Moore’s voice broke through,ced with concern. I looked over to see her eyes


    fixed on Idris’s right hand, which was wrapped in a bandage now soaked through with blood.


    The sight of the bright red against the white gauze hit me hard. A sharp ache shot through my chest,


    and I clenched my fists to stop myself from rushing over to check if he was okay.


    Idris did not say a word back to Moore and just turned those deep, dark eyes to me. Our eyes locked,


    and I–quicidy looked away, ncing at Maxwell instead. “We should check on Sweety at the hospital,” I


    suggested.


    Maxwell gave a nod, his gaze lingering on Idris’s bleeding hand with a hint of a frown.


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    As we got into the car, Maxwell shot me a side nce. “Idris’s hand is pretty much wrecked.”


    My heart clenched, and I bit my l*p, staying quiet.


    Staxwell saw my reaction and pressed on, “He probably came straight here after getting his bandages


    changed, Yvette. You sure you don’t want to ask him anything?‘


    I inhaled sharply and turned to him with a voice that came out rougher than I intended. “Are you worried


    about him?”