TEACH ME NOT 2 HATE LOVE

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🧑Nik Anthony POV🧑

One way or another, this was going to happen. It couldn't be avoided, no matter how strongly I wished it could be.

Sadly, this is how it was all supposed to go down. How it was destined to be.

And what exactly happened, you asked? Well, here goes.

Father approached Niklaus Jr., trying to convince him to put away the gun. He even agreed to give the bastard everything he requested. As long as no one gets hurt, that is. But that bastard tried to kill me nonetheless.

I managed to take cover behind the couch closest to the door. However, that's not the real reason why I didn't get harmed.

My mother, like a fierce lioness protecting her cub, attacked Niklaus Jr., causing him to lose sight of his target. Me.

And my dad. My dad... Oh no, my dad... He played hero. He jumped in the way, taking the bullets in my stead. Otherwise, I would have been badly injured, or worse, dead.

But I wasn't out of the woods just yet. My tenacious ass of an older brother. Correction, half brother. He was still out to claim my life, and nothing was going to stop him. Not even Mother, who was slapping the sh*t out of him like she was crazy, biting his arm with the gun. He knocked her down, gearing up to shoot her.

Oh gosh, no! I won't make it in time to save her. Please, God, no.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

No. This can't be happening. I rushed to my mother's side, checking to see if she was hurt. But to my surprise, she was alright. Oh, thank goodness.

She wasn't the one who got shot. That crazy bastard, Niklaus Jr., was the one who got put down like the animal he is.

My bodyguards, who came barging into the room just in time, were the ones to be thanked for this miracle. They then formed a barricade around my mother and me to ensure there was no more danger.

And it's a good thing that they did, because Niklaus Jr.'s death wasn't the end of this madness. My other half-idiot brother, Calvin, decided to pull a suicide stunt to avenge his foolish brother.

He reached for the firearm strapped to his waist, shooting at my bodyguards like crazy, trying to get to me. But, like I said, that was suicide.

All my guards are professional hitmen, after all. There is no way a novice shooter like Calvin could best them in a shootout. They shoot down his stupid ass quicker than a blink. But unfortunately, he will survive.

Now I can breathe a little easier. It's over. And I know this is kind of irrelevant, but I noticed the room that was full a few minutes ago was almost empty. It's like they vanished from the scene. It was more like they went to hide somewhere from all the gun drama.

And that mourning witch, Catherine, was all over her dead bastard son. She was begging him to come back to her. I hope he is burning in hell right now.

Mother, who was in total shock, was about to go to Father, who lay as stiff as a board soaked in blood on the floor, but I stopped her, hugging her tightly so she could weep in my arms.

I don't need a doctor to tell me he's no longer a part of the land of the living. He died instantly after taking four bullets to the left side of his upper torso.

Aahhh!!! Just when things seemed to be going to take a turn between my father and me, that wretch took him away from me.

Why not let his mother and brother pay for taking my father away with their lives? Yeah, that's a good idea.