My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}-Chapter 154: Rage
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3rd Person Pov
As Ethan’s footsteps faded down the stairs and the front door clicked shut, taking Noah to safety, the bedroom sank into a heavier silence. The only sound was Liam’s muffled whimpers from the floor, where he lay clutching his broken nose.
Blood pooled beneath his head, soaking into the carpet in dark patches that looked black in the dim light. Adrien turned slowly, taking controlled, measured breaths, but inside, a storm brewed—a furious fire burning through every vein, ignited by the image of Noah’s tear-streaked face and trembling body seared into his mind.
How dare they touch him? How could these pathetic excuses for men think they could strip away Noah’s dignity and laugh about it? The thought of their hands on him, of the fear he must have felt made his vision blur until all he saw was red.
This was more than just anger; it was a primal, protective rage clawing at his chest, demanding justice—the kind that wouldn’t rest until every bruise they had tried to inflict on Noah was paid back tenfold.
Jace, sensing the shift in the air like a predator spotting its prey, took a half-step back toward the wall, his earlier grin twisting into a nervous grimace. "A–Adrien, come on, m...man," he stammered, his voice rising as he raised his hands in surrender. "We were just messing around. He’s fine, right? No harm done."
Adrien didn’t bother with words. Instead, he lunged forward, closing the distance in a blur, and slammed his fist into Jace’s gut with all the force of his coiled muscles. Jace doubled over, air bursting from his lungs in a strangled wheeze, and Adrien followed up with an uppercut that caught him right on the chin.
The impact snapped Jace’s head back, blood spraying from his split lip as he staggered sideways, crashing into the dresser and knocking over a lamp that shattered loudly on the floor. "You sick bastard," Adrien growled, his voice low and trembling with barely contained fury. "You think this is a game? Touching him, hurting him like he’s nothing?!"
Jace gasped, trying to straighten, but Adrien was on him again, raining down blows on his ribs and face—each punch landing with a dull thud that echoed Adrien’s pounding heart. Jace’s protests turned into choked cries
"Stop—please—man, I didn’t—", but Adrien didn’t hear them, didn’t care. Grabbing Jace by the collar, he slammed him against the wall, the plaster cracking under the force, and delivered a knee to his midsection that folded him like paper. Jace slid down, coughing up blood onto his shirt, his eyes glazing over as the fight drained out of him, leaving him a crumpled, wheezing mess on the carpet.
Meanwhile, Liam had started crawling toward the door on his hands and knees, leaving a smeared trail of crimson behind him. He looked up just in time to see Adrien pivot toward him. Panic flashed in Liam’s swollen eyes.
"Wait, Adrien, don’t— we’re friends, right? This is all a misunderstanding!" But Adrien’s rage only swelled at the sight of him, this coward who had stood by laughing while Noah suffered.
He yanked Liam up by the front of his shirt and smashed his fist into his jaw, the crack of bone audible even over Liam’s scream. Liam’s body went limp for a moment, but Adrien held him up, pummeling his torso until the sound of snapping ribs echoed sharply.
"Disgusting piece of shit," Adrien snarled between punches, his knuckles splitting open but the pain only driving him forward. "You watched them hurt him?What kind of monster does that?!"
Liam’s head lolled as Adrien finally let him drop, collapsing beside Jace, both reduced to bloody, barely conscious ragdolls, faces swollen beyond recognition, breaths ragged and wet, bodies twitching faintly but unable to rise. The room reeked of blood and sweat, the metallic taste hanging thick in the air, but Adrien’s fury wasn’t spent yet.
Patrick, who had edged toward the broken door during the chaos, suddenly bolted, sneakers squeaking on the hardwood as he tried to flee down the hallway. But Adrien was quicker, driven by the unending storm inside him.
He caught Patrick by the back of his neck just as he reached the top of the stairs, yanking him back with such force that Patrick’s feet left the ground for a moment before he crashed down onto the floorboards, wind knocked out of him with a pained grunt.
Patrick scrambled onto his back, crab-walking away until he hit the wall, his face pale and streaked with sweat. "Adrien, dude, what the hell?" he babbled frantically, eyes wide with terror. "I don’t get why you’re so mad! We’ve always bullied Noah together—picked on him, tripped him in the halls, spread rumors about him. We just thought... taking it further, having sex with him and recording it? It’d be hilarious, right? Like, the ultimate prank. We figured you’d love it, man. G...get a kick out of seeing him finally break. Thought it’d put us on your good side for once!"
Adrien froze for just a second, the words hitting him like ice water amid the fire. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, couldn’t process the sheer stupidity, the twisted reasoning that turned attempted rape into some kind of bonding ritual.
They had done this, violated someone’s humanity, terrorized Noah in the worst way, all because they wanted his approval? Because they thought he’d find it funny? The rage twisted deeper, mingling with a sickening disgust that made his stomach churn.
"You thought I’d love it?" Adrien echoed, his voice dangerously quiet as he advanced, towering over Patrick. "You tried to rape someone... to record it... for me? You’re even more messed up than I imagined!"
Patrick’s mouth opened for another excuse, but Adrien’s boot came down hard on his ankle, the crunch of bone making Patrick howl. Then Adrien knelt, grabbing him by the throat and pinning him to the floor, his free hand forming a fist.
"You don’t touch him," he hissed, each word punctuated by a blow to Patrick’s face. "You don’t look at him. You don’t even think about him!" Patrick’s protests became gurgles as blood filled his mouth, his arms flailing weakly until they fell limp, eyes rolling back.
