Ivan“Fuck.” I cursed under my breath, staggering back as my father’s fist connected with my jaw. He was pissed, I could tell. “I have tolerated your excesses, Ivan, but fighting your sister’s husband in public?” He barked, puffing out air, “That’s more than I can take.” I wanted to defended myself, but I couldn’t dare utter a word. I did fight that bastard at the wedding, in front of everyone, however I didn’t succeed in landing a punch. He was good at dodging my punches, and I was better at landing on the ground with each fail attempt. My knuckles were covered with bruises, but my dad wouldn’t care less.“I’m sure he didn’t mean it, uncle.” Carlos defended with a smile, shielding me from his attacks.But I meant it, Carlos. My blood boiled thinking of the bastard’s cocky smile, and his confidence I wished to break. I wasn’t into hurting others, but I wanted nothing more than to inflict pain on Cristiano Vito for touching me. “Don’t defend him, Carlos.” My stepmother snarled, pus
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