"On your knees now"
Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione.
Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order.
He was always requesting and h...
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“Come on, Ned, it was just a mistake, okay?” Dante whined, doubling over and clutching his stomach where Nedvar’s punch had landed just moments ago.
Nedvar’s face was a mask of cold fury, his jaw clenched tight. “There is a fucking dent on the bumper of my car,” he growled through gritted teeth, his words slow and deliberate.
Dante, still wincing, raised his hands defensively. “See, my dear brother, I was going to tell you, but—everyone knows how much you love your Audi, so I thought I’d... delay the bad news...” he trailed off, his voice faltering under Nedvar’s deadly glare.
Silence filled the room, thick and tense. Nedvar took a threatening step forward, his eyes hardening. “You better fix that by this evening, Dante. Or be ready to spend the night with a broken jaw.”
Dante swallowed hard, nodding like a scolded child. “I’ll get it fixed, I promise. No broken bones, please.”
Without another word, Nedvar turned on his heel and walked toward the door. Just as he reached the threshold, Dante muttered under his breath, “He loves that car more than his own brother. What’s next? God, what worse things do I have to witness...”
Nedvar’s sharp ears caught the words, and he stopped in his tracks, turning his head just enough to give Dante a withering glance over his shoulder. “A broken jaw,” he said, his tone icy, “if I ever see my car with that dent again.”
Dante stared wide-eyed as Nedvar left the room, the door shutting with a quiet click. The tension in the air slowly dissipated, leaving Dante alone with his thoughts—and his throbbing gut.
With a long sigh, Dante raised his hands to the ceiling. “I pray to God that your car gets totaled by your future wife. Amen,” he muttered, still eyeing the door nervously.
As if in response, a soft laugh echoed down the hallway, and Dante shivered. Nedvar had heard him again.
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