Chapter-75

He clenched his fists, teeth grinding as he looked down at her unconscious frame. The straps of the dress had slipped down to her shoulder exposing the delicate collar bones. A flash of raging blood flashed through his eyes as his dark eyes zeroed in on the hickeys on her neck descending under her blouse.

It infuriated him when he saw Rhys with her, and it angered him more knowing that the bastard had her. So many days without her.

"I fucking don't care. I am not backing down." He raised his head ever so gradually as his dark eyes held his Francis.

Francis clenched his jaw as he said. "I can kill for her too. And I won't hesitate, not even a bit."

Francis let out a frustrated sigh as he ran his hand through his dishevelled hair. He looked at Amara and another stressed breath left his mouth. He was fucked, along with his son. Not only did he mess with Rhys, but Rhys De Luca would also crush them under his feet.

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Amara woke up with a pounding sensation and dizzy head. The firs