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Wouldn't exist.

Author: Funmilayo
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-15 19:42:55

Mario’s POV

I didn’t think. I didn’t need to.

The second I saw them—Gerard, shirtless. Sylvia, on his bed. Laughing. My vision blurred with red.

Before my mind could catch up, my fist was already flying. It connected with Gerard’s jaw, snapping his head to the side. The bastard staggered, but the smirk that followed only fueled my fury.

"You fucking stay away from her!"

Sylvia gasped behind me, but I wasn’t looking at her.

Gerard wiped the blood from his lip, eyes dark with amusement. "Didn’t know she was off-limits. My bad." His voice was mocking, slow. He knew exactly what he was doing—poking at the beast inside me. Purposely trying to reel me up to see how attached I was.

I grabbed his collar, shoving him against the wall. "Say that again," I growled, my voice barely human.

Sylvia was at my side in an instant, tugging at my arm. "Mario, stop! It’s not what you think!"

But that was the thing—I didn’t know what to think.

My head was still spinning from everything I’d told her earlier
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