Breaking The Silence (Fatally Flawed Book 3) by Dusty Lassetter Page B

the door and making my way to the kitchen, I listen to the way Izzy’s bitchy sister starts talking to her.
                  “You’re such a lying bitch. You work at a club, barely wearing anything, I know you make good money in tips alone. Drunk guys don’t mind tipping the ugly duckling, especially a cock tease like you.” The moment I walk around the corner, Izzy can see me, but Kiersten has no clue I am standing only a few feet behind her.
                  “Apologize to Izzy.” I command, watching as Kiersten’s body stiffens before turning around to face me.
                  “This is between me and my sister. I don’t remember anyone inviting you into our home, let alone this conversation.” The skinny bitch replies.
                  “Kiersten don’t be rude,” Izzy states. “He’s with me and he doesn’t need an invitation to come into my apartment.” She continues on, placing herself between me and her sister.
                  Izzy is facing Kiersten, her back to me, so I’m not able to see the look on her face when Kiersten says, “I remember you now. You’re the one that Elizabeth was supposed to set me up with.” She archers her eyebrows while clicking her tongue on the roof of her mouth. “Judging by the guard dog look she is giving me; I would say she’s trying to keep you from me.”
                  I find her statement amusing, until Kiersten moves to touch me and Izzy all but growls low in her throat before attacking her sister. “Don’t you touch him, you overly decorated Barbie doll.” Izzy shouts out, shoving Kiersten into the kitchen counter.
                  “You fucking BITCH.” Kiersten shouts out before charging at Izzy. I’m used to violence, but the sight of seeing these two sisters, with their claws out, causes me to pause. Izzy turns to me, letting me know she can handle herself by way of glaring at me. Her sister tries to take advantage of her looking away, but doesn’t factor in that I’m fast and would never let any harm come to Izzy. With her hand raised in the air, she comes forward, but is suddenly stopped when I place Izzy behind my back. Snatching Kiersten’s wrist, I tighten my hold, before looking her in the eye.
                  “If you ever raise your hand to what’s mine again, I will cut it off.” She starts scratching at my fingers, trying to get me to let go. “Now, apologize to Izzy.” I seethe. I can see the look of defiance in her eyes. I know she is too prideful to do what I said, so with a quick sweep of my foot Kiersten falls to her knees. Now that she is looking up at me, real fear evident on her face, I tighten my grip on her wrist further.
                  “I’m sorry.” She whispers out while looking down at the ground. Izzy is peering at her sister from behind my back, watching as Kiersten is brought to tears of humiliation. For the first time since I’ve known her, Izzy is not reacting to my harsh manners, just simply observing with a blank expression on her beautiful face.
                  Releasing Kiersten’s wrist, I grab a hold of Izzy’s hand without saying a word, I began walking her out of the kitchen and down the hall to her bedroom. Shutting the door behind us, I take in the bedroom that I’ve seen many times. The fashion magazines that once littered the floor and dresser, are no longer there. The yellow and pink polka dot comforter is still on the bed, not just thrown on, but stretched out and wrinkle free. The closet door being closed, is unusual, because there would be clothes piled in front of it.
                  “I cleaned my room today. I thought maybe you would like to see what it looked like when I first moved in. I know you don’t like any color other than black, but you have to admit pink and yellow make you feel mellow. At least they do me.” She states. Turning my attention