Chapter 43

       I turned back to the direction she was in and walked to her. Her green eyes looked like they had seen death. She remained still with dried tears on her face. I had already retrieved her dress from Nigel and placed it on my shoulders before.

      "Come here, Emily."

      I stretched my hands to get her and in a bridal style, I lifted her. Her hand wiggled at my back as I walked outside. I needed to get her out of the party hall. Devin's jacket was still on her and I was grateful he was this huge and tall; it made his jacket a lot bigger to cover her up. Her brown long hair was rough and scattered on my arms.

     I loved how close she is to me.

I can literally feel her inside me and I want it to continue. I want her to always let me hold her like this but not after she had been humiliated at a teen party.

      "I got you, Emily," I managed to say and she gave a faint smile. I wanted her to be proud of me, it just irked me that I couldn't kill Nigel. He was a jerk and jerks don't deserve pity. Emily was such a soft and fragile girl, she showed empathy even when it wasn't needed. It only meant one thing; she was humane and capable of feeling.

      I got Nigel's car key and strutted it in. I lowered her down to the passenger seat and remained there with her for a while. I was bruised and had a blood-stained jacket but I couldn't care less.

      I watched her peaceful face as her green eyes went dull. She was traumatized and I understood it. I couldn't imagine what it must have felt to be in an attempted rape situation. I removed the strands of hair from her face and tucked them behind her ear lobe.

     "You'll be okay."

     She didn't respond and I didn't mind. I only needed her to know I was here and that I was going to protect her. I felt mad at myself for letting Nigel hurt her. I felt incompetent in my duty as a big brother.

    Putting her dress down her head, I took her hand slowly like she is so fragile and would break if I pull it hard. Since it's not as complicated dress, getting it to her body wasn't difficult. Even when she was putting on a bra I wasn't bothered because her breasts are okay for me they fit well in the dress.

      Although I dealt with Nigel and the bitches who tried to humiliate her, I wasn't okay knowing Devin wrapped his arm around her and protected her.

     Ewwww! I hate him so much!

      If it doesn't mean I'm selfish, then I wanted to be the only one capable of protecting Emily. I hated to see Devin do it. Nigel deserved more than I hit him and the thought of that made anger rush through me. I should finish up what I started. I only stopped because Emily asked me to, I didn't want to add to her trauma by giving her images of his terrified bloodied face. Now she was here, I could deal with him.

     I knew she was a virgin. Those girls just kept spitting trash and rumors. She didn't have sex with Devin. I bet he would be feeling like a celestial glorified fighting sociopath.

      At the thought of it, I wondered if Nigel touched her. It couldn't be, I would kill him if he deflower Emily.

     I turned back to her, not wanting to meddle in her business. She was my baby sister after all and I had the right to know if Nigel forcefully had sxx with her.

     I swallowed the lump in my throat as I raised the dress. She was naked, neatly shaved, and fair.

      I couldn't get hard from looking at her, I touched between her thighs and when I pulled my hands out, there was no blood.

     I heaved a sigh of relief knowing she wasn't bleeding, that would have only meant he got into her. I still needed to beat that asshole.

      "Emily," I called and she gently opened her eyes. "I'll be right back okay?"

      "Don't go.." She said in a whisper but I couldn't return home without knowing I left Nigel.

      Mom and Dad would be so pissed if I returned home with Emily passed out. It was the main reason I accompanied her, and look what happened. "Fvck it," I growled in an undertone.

      "Emily I'll be back."

     I perked up and walked back to the hallway. Most people had left the party but few people remained.

     I took angry steps into the hallway, and my breathing increased. I was going to kill Nigel.

     When I got to the exact room everything had happened, I heard groans.

    Devin was sitting and throwing punches at Nigel. He had beaten the shit out of Nigel and Nigel was close to being unconscious. It served him right, he deserved all the ill humane treatment. Devin stood up from him and turned in my direction. I stood in the doorway looking at him.

     Now Nigel almost looks like all those people he normally beat for money. Sometimes I wonder why he does not hit me so badly with a satisfied look on his face.

    Celestial glorified psychopath!

      I didn't want to get involved with Devin again so I looked around, checking for nothing in particular.

     My eyes caught a glimpse of black lace in Devin's hand. I knew what it was from just looking at it because Emily washed her black pants a lot and hung them in our bathroom.

      Devin held the pant tightly in his hand and my lips twitched. I turned to leave but paused. I couldn't take Emily home without her pants, that would be the craziest thing to do especially when mom and dad were around.

      I had to get the pant from Devin but that would mean talking to him and I was ignoring his ass. I paused and turned back to him. His face was filled with blood as he went on a wild catch. It didn't freak him anyway, he was used to feeling and tasting blood as a fighter. I couldn't imagine what guy on earth chose to be a fighter to pay his bills. There was no need to imagine when one was standing right in front of me.

      "I need Emily's underwear," I announced pointing to the lace in his hands.

     He looked at me for a second before grabbing my shirt. Fvck it, this was what I was avoiding. I can't have this dude punch me again because I am too exhausted for his problems. Moreover, does he derive joy in beating the sh*t out of people because if we are to throw any punches, I can vouch that he would break me.

     That look doesn't look good, not with his calm smirk on his face before slowly letting it fade away.

     "You know what you're doing is wrong. I see how you look at her too, she is your sister and it can't work."

     "Get your fvcking hands off me," I huffed as he held me.

      How the hell did he know I had feelings for Emily and my actions weren't just because she's my baby sister?

     I'd be doomed if anyone else felt the same way. I hid my feelings under the umbrella of being her big brother. A big brother is expected to take care of his baby sister and that was what I was doing but Devin saw beyond it.

     "What the fvck are you saying?" I asked acting oblivious to the fact. He was right, I couldn't have anything to do with Emily. She was my sister and it was wrong to have feelings for her or be sexually attracted to her.

    "Don't play dumb, you know exactly what I'm saying."

    "I-I don't. Emily is my sister and I have to protect her, if it means beating your ass and his," I pointed to Nigel who was still growling on the floor. With that, I pushed his hands off me.

    Walking back out with Emily's pants in my palm, I stopped. Turned back and glared at him for what seemed like an eternity. For no reason will I let him have that last effect on me, not anymore even if I know he has it already.

     "You should get out and look for someone to kill for 400$," I finally said looking into his eyes.