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...
