: LATIN FIRE IRISH LOVE :

{CHAPTER ONE}


"Get your damned hands off of me, Alberto." Britney swore as her brother gripped her wrist tightly enough for it to snap almost. Her brother looked back at her with hateful and almost black eyes as he growled, "Not until you get your ass back to the back and put some clothing on it."

"Go to hell." Britney spat as she tried one last time and got free from her brother's grip, tears stinging her eyes as she dashed down the hallway in the backstage area of the arena. The tears blurred her vision and she turned a corner, crashing into someone's firm chest.

Sheamus stood there as he looked at the quiet new Diva, Britney Del Rio. "Are yeh alroight, lass?" he asked, his eyes catching on the angry red marks on her wrists, making his blood boil for a moment. "Who did this to yeh?"

"Noone. I'm fine, just let me through." Britney murmured quietly, afraid of what her brother would do to her if she told Sheamus what happened almost daily if she "disobeyed" an order given by her big brother. Sheamus, however didn't let go. He held her wrist gently and then said "Yeh should go to the medic, get it looked at." because he'd noticed her wince at the slightest touch just now.

"I was on my way there." Britney muttered, biting her lower lip, looking up, feeling the now familiar race of her pulse as her eyes locked with his warm brown eyes. For a while now, she'd been falling for him. The only forseeable problem with this was that Alberto, her older brother HATED Sheamus.

Right now, Sheamus stood between himself and the title. And personally, Britney hoped Sheamus kept that title. Just to keep her idiot brother from getting any more egotistical than he was already.

Sheamus watched the pretty and petite Latina walk down the hallway as he leaned back against a wall and gritted his teeth. He'd taken a shine to her since she'd come to the WWE and whoever was hurting her was going to have to answer to him, plain and simple.

But he never saw her talking to any males, so it lead him to wonder.. Who could be doing it to her? He'd seen the bruise, the red mark around her wrist just now, and last week, the handprint on a slightly swollen cheek.

So yes, he had been watching her, biding time to make a proper move, and get her alone. But her brother always seemed to be around, and if he weren't then that idiot ring announcer of his, Ricardo was.

His stomach churned bitterly as it hit him. The only logical answer to who was doing this, to her, had to be Alberto.

He smirked as he remembered he had a match with the bastard tonight. He was going to take great joy in flattening the slimy little prick.

For Britney Del Rio.. His little Latina princess. Even though she really had no idea of her affects on the irishman.