Frenzo was still laughing. Even with blood spilling from his mouth… even with Derek’s hand wrapped tightly around his collar, he was still laughing. And that provoked Derek more. “You think this is funny?” Derek growled, his voice low and deadly as he picked Frenzo up and slammed him against the marble floor again.Frenzo coughed, then laughed again. The sound was hoarse, broken, but still mocking.“You… should’ve… seen your man…” he said, coughing out blood. Derek’s fist cut him off before he could finish. He hit him again and again, each hit was heavier than the last. Each punch carried the weight of rage Derek had kept buried behind control for years.After realizing that Derek might eventually kill Frenzo, Paulo moved forward to stop him. “Derek…” he said, grabbing his shoulders.“Don’t touch me,” Derek spat, the warning came out sharp and cold.Paulo stepped back slightly, reading the situation. Derek's reaction wasn’t anger anymore, it was personal. But they didn’t have ti
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