#liam;threads

Riley Matthews. The name was burned into his mind while her name was literally burned on to his lower forearm. Riley Matthews. When Liam turned eighteen, the ink became less fuzzy and filled in completely. Then the search was on. 

They found her living in New York, still so much a child. So Liam fought with his mother. Luckily, his father was there to back him up. Let the girl, live a normal life, let her become an adult, before they brought her into the world of royalty. 

But then everything changed with both his brother and father gone. Liam was to assessed the throne, with his soulmate by his side. His mother had told him. So that’s how Liam found himself standing in front of an apartment door. He knocked softly and the door opened. 

“Mrs. Matthews, hello. My name is Liam Henstrige  and I believe your daughter is my soulmate.” He pulled up his sleeve a little to show her the name on his forearm.

“I know I let you down, but I’m never going to make that mistake again. You brought me closer to who I really am.” Liam put so much sincerity into those words.

Liam looked over at Sylvia, raising his brow before letting out a chuckle as he set down his drink. "Ms. Thomas, are you implying that its not enough for you to just be my friend that I go out drinking with?" He teased, moving his hand to her waist and pulling her close. He knew she was probably drunk but he was too and it certainly wasn't the first time he'd thought about kissing her. He leaned in, closing the distance between them as he pressed his lips to hers.

The gun Cyrus was holding went off. Liam wrapped his arms around Riley and pulled her to him, just before the bullet hit the door. His uncle Cyrus dropped the gun. 

“Are you shitting me right now?” Liam slowly stood back up, keeping his soulmate partially behind him in case Cyrus did something else equally as stupid.

“It just went off!” Cyrus tried to explain. His arms gesturing a little. The now spare heir shook his head,“You could’ve killed us!”

Cyrus didn’t say anything for a moment and then he did.

“Those things are dangerous.” He pointed to the gun.