How could I love my step brother? (Jacob Latimore love story)

Chapter 17

Jacob pov

I saw when she fell. I dropped the gun and ran over to where she was. Branson and Tiffany called my name and I ignored.

I looked at the guy who stood over her unconscious body and I fought him.

I punched him repeatedly. I was angry at him,he touched Zamoia,he touched my sister and he was going to play.

"Jacob,get off !you don't want to kill him",said Tiffany with tears.

I didn't listen,I didn't want to and I continued beating the shit out of him.

"Pick on someone your own size and gender",I boxed him.

Tiffany continued screaming,making my head hurt. "Stop it please".

His face was unrecognizable and I didn't feel satisfied. He grinned,being a bitch.

"That's my sister you pussy",I raised my hand to slapped him and Branson pushed me on the ground.

"The  fuck you did that for?" I glared,charging to the guy.

"Stop",Branson pushed me again,not on the ground this time.

"You already beat him up",he looked at the guy. "Now is my turn".

I smirked,"Be my guess".

Branson kicked him "She's my girlfriend", He spat in his face.

"Nasty",said Tiffany stooping beside Zamoia.

I,in a way forgot about her.

"She alright?"I asked while glancing at Branson.

"I'm fine",she answered looking
Around. "Branson". She struggled to stand.

"Zamoia sit,let him take care of things", I hold her waist.

"I'm not your pet",she smacked my hands. "Ow". She rubbed her head.

"Just,come back". She rolled her eyes. She's so stubborn.

"Get off him!"she yelled and Branson stood wiping the blood off his fist.

She shook her head at him as he stood,"You owe me a phone".

He laughed,"Bitch where",he spat on her and a red liquid which was blood came out of his mouth.

She looked at her blood stain blouse weirdly,then took it off. Luckily she had on an undershirt but seeing her topless would have been good though.

Branson thumped him in the face and he made a low growled as he doubled over in pain.

He struggled to stand,"You'll regret this".

"Fuck out of here!" I yelled.

He grinned while walking back,"See ya Zamoia".

Zamoia looked at him terrified and she cried on Branson shoulder.

"The guards are coming",I stated and we went to the parking lot.

"I love you",said Branson. I.watched as she dragged him close to her and their mouth meets.

I exhaled and inhaled,tried to focus on something else rather than them.

Tiffany caught me staring she kissed me and I felt better.

"I'll call you",she let go of my hand and went in Branson car.

"Yea",I smiled.

I leaned on the car  waiting for Zamoia who was having a deep conversation with Branson.