Page 41 of Undisputed Chaos
"Honest feedback about what?" Isla's voice stayed level, but I could see the hurt flickering behind her eyes. “I didn’t ask for any.”
Fuck me. Pride warmed my chest from watching my angel use her voice, watching her refuse to just absorb their poison with that sweet, forgiving smile.
She wasn't attacking them, that wasn't her way, but she wasn't rolling over either.
Bailey's laugh came out forced, brittle. “Isla, you're being so sensitive?—"
"Maybe," My angel said with a small shrug, her chin lifting slightly. "But that's not a bad thing."
Holy shit. My cock stirred watching her quiet strength, the way she didn't raise her voice or get dramatic, but simply refused to accept their treatment as normal.
This was my girl learning she deserved better.
@AdrianCatalyst
There's my fierce angel. I'm so fucking proudof you right now.
I watched her read it, watched the way her shoulders relaxed slightly as my approval washed over her. The boost was needed and visible, color returning to her cheeks, that sweet smile touching her lips.
@AdrianCatalyst
Now leave that place. Make an excuse and get away from those poisonous vipers. You've said your piece.
I watched her read it, watched her straighten in her chair.
“I’m sorry," she said, grabbing her purse with newfound confidence. "I just remembered I have a... thing. I have to go."
Bailey's fork paused halfway to her mouth. "What? We literally just ordered dessert."
"Rain check?" Isla was already backing away from the table, and I felt another surge of pride watching her choose herself over their guilt trips.
She threaded through the tables toward the exit with determination. She didn't look back, didn't let them guilt her into staying.
My cock stirred watching her walk away from their poison, listening to me instead of them.
@AdrianCatalyst
You were so brave.
Your reward is a phone call tonight.
And we'll definitely be talking about your taste in friends. Real fucking soon.
I started my car, already planning my route to beat her home.
I had some business to attend to. Bailey and Tracy had just made themselves my problem, and after watching my girl use her backbone, I was feeling particularly creative about solving problems.
By the time I settled down at home, I had their entire digital livesspread across my monitors: Social media accounts, email passwords, shopping histories, DMs they thought were private.
It was amazing how much people shared when they thought no one was watching.
Some included Bailey's OnlyFans account that she'd hidden from sponsors, Tracy's Botox appointments scheduled during "family emergencies,” and the group chat where they began calling Isla vile things after meeting me that night.
My fingers flew across the keyboard, a grin spreading across my face.
They wanted to play mean girls? I'd show them what happened when you fucked with something that belonged to me.
CHAPTER NINE
