Gabriel's Obsession

Fury Unleashed

Gabriel's POV

The air in the basement was thick with dampness, each breath I took laced with the scent of rust, sweat, and the unmistakable metallic tang of blood. The dim light overhead flickered weakly, casting elongated shadows along the cracked concrete walls. My footsteps echoed as I descended the worn stairs, my presence heralding the moment of reckoning.

In the center of the room, sprawled on the floor like discarded trash, lay the man who had dared to challenge the Hamilton family. His body bore the evidence of our earlier assault—bruises painted his skin in sickening hues of purple and red, his lip split, his right eye swollen nearly shut. His breaths were uneven, shallow, laced with the agony of his mistakes.

I exhaled slowly, taking in the pathetic sight before me. The rage that had surged through my veins when I had first discovered Angelica's abduction had not yet subsided, but now it had settled into something far more dangerous—cold, calculated vengeance.

Then, the bastard had the audacity to smirk.

"Now you know how it feels, Hamilton," he rasped, his voice hoarse yet dripping with defiance. He spat blood onto the floor, his battered face twisting into something almost resembling triumph. "To have someone you love taken away."

I stilled, narrowing my eyes, assessing him beyond the blood and bruises. There was something eerily familiar about him, something just beneath the surface of recognition. Then it struck me like a bolt of lightning.

Jonathan Hutton.

A humorless chuckle rumbled through my chest, the irony of it all settling into place. "Jonathan Hutton, huh?" I muttered, crouching before him, watching his one good eye flicker with unease.

He frowned. "You know my name?"

I tilted my head, letting the revelation sink in, savoring the weight of it. "Of course, I do." I leaned closer, lowering my voice to a taunting whisper. "You're Amelia's brother. My brother-in-law."

Shock flickered across his features, the defiance in his eyes momentarily giving way to something else—disbelief, perhaps? Then rage quickly replaced it.

"Bullshit," Jonathan spat. "My sister would never choose to marry a bastard like you."

The corner of my mouth curled in amusement. Ah, there it was—the denial, the refusal to accept the truth. I sighed, shaking my head before landing a brutal punch to his gut. He groaned, doubling over in pain, gasping for air.

"Let's get something straight, Jonathan." I grabbed his jaw, forcing his gaze up to mine. "You don't get to disrespect me."

His glare was unwavering, despite the obvious agony I had inflicted. But then, I decided to give him something far worse than pain.

"You're an uncle now."

Jonathan's face paled. "What?"

I let the words settle between us, watching the horror dawn in his eyes. "Amelia and I have twins," I continued smoothly. "Two beautiful little girls." I let go of his jaw and straightened to my full height, smirking as I saw the struggle in his expression.

"You're lying," he hissed, but his voice wavered.

"Am I?" I raised an eyebrow. "You should have thought about that before you took my sister."

I turned away, stepping toward the basement door, leaving him to grapple with the truth. There was no need to continue this tonight. There was a much better way to make him suffer, and I intended to let it unfold in the cruelest way possible.

As the door creaked open, I exhaled sharply, the tension coiling within me not yet dissipating. The weight of what I had just learned still pressed on my mind—Jonathan Hutton, Amelia's brother, was the man who had taken Angelica. How poetic.