You Cross The Line

Dallas’ Pov

Emma seemed to be running up the stairs. I realised that the door to Arabella's room was now wide open and revealed the chaos inside, as well as all the commotion that had probably been heard downstairs earlier. She was still looking at us, but no one answered her questions.

The woman was already visibly annoyed. "Hey, I asked you guys a question."

I didn't care, turning my gaze to Sean, who had woken up and taken a safe position, then seemed intent on grabbing Arabella's outstretched hand from the other side. I quickly pulled my sister from the man's reach, mediating between them and glaring at him. "What do you want? I'm not done dealing with you, asshole."

"Dallas, calm down." Sean was still trying to calm me down. His innocent face made my blood boil. After all the things he might have done to Arabella, the man still felt no guilt.

I would not spare him. I promised, holding Arabella's wrist tighter and pushing her body to the ground. She clung to the wall to hold herse