The Bad Boy Next Room (Charlie and Taylor) novel Chapter 72

‘I lost it,’ Taylor acknowledged. But what could he do? Tristan was his bottom line, and now Charlie was part of those he intended to protect.

Earlier, when Taylor arrived at the Nook and Brew Cafe, he saw the growing tension from outside the glass windows. He rushed in, catching Archie slapping Charlie!

When he saw Charlie on the floor, something in him snapped. Who would dare touch his girlfriend?

The worst part was discovering the reason behind it.

Archie had broken Tristan’s acoustic guitar, the same limited edition instrument Taylor had tried so hard to secure. What was even more painful was seeing his brother cry, broken over the gift that he had cherished so dearly.

Taylor did not know what came over him. Call it an adrenaline rush, but he was able to carry Archie’s weight with ease. He pinned Archie on the ground and went into revenge mode!

Fortunately, Archie was so taken aback by Taylor’s unexpected arrival that he never had the chance to fight back. Only Archie’s friends tried to hurt Taylor from behind, but Jeremy and Atlas backed him up.

The fight led them to the police station, and now, they were about to face a scolding from Taylor’s grandfather.

“Let me take a look at your cheek,” Taylor said, carefully moving Charlie’s face from side to side.

They were in the living room of the Carrington manor, waiting for the family meeting.

Taylor’s parents were still changing, and his grandfather was securing surveillance videos of the fight. As for Tristan, he was seated across them, still feeling broken.

Charlie had no wounds, but her right cheek had become slightly swollen.

Looking at her hurt him. Taylor felt like getting angry all over again, but recalling the damage he did to Archie’s face gave Taylor a sense of satisfaction.

Archie ended up with a broken nose, a cut on his right cheek and lip, and a badly swollen face. He would likely need a week at home for the swelling to go down.

“Charlie, what were you thinking, throwing a punch first?” Taylor asked.

“I wasn’t thinking. He made me so mad,” Charlie replied. “What right did he have to destroy the guitar? What right did he have to talk to people that way?”