MARCO’S POV“What’s going on here?” I walked into the doctor’s office, my gaze snapping immediately to Bruce, one of my men, as he hovered menacingly near Nayla, ready to strike her with his hands.My frown deepened, a cold rage flooding my veins as I took in the sight. How dare he?“B…boss,” Bruce stuttered, instantly dropping his hand as if it had burned him. His eyes widened in fear, realizing I had walked in at the exact moment his hand was raised against her.“What were you about to do? Hit her?” I asked, narrowing my eyes as I stepped closer.“Boss, it’s not what you think! She just got me mad…” He was scrambling to explain, his voice shaky.“And that makes hitting her okay? Did you forgethe reason why you brought her here in the first place? She’s sick you fool! And you still didn’t care?” I snapped, my anger boiling.I quickly reached for my gun, ready to pull it out and deal with this bastard. I didn’t care we were in a hospital. “Mr. Marco, you’re here,” I heard Doctor Drew
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