MIRACLE (✔️)

27: Taking Responsibility

Chapter 27

-Hendrix Astor-

"What difference is it with what I did to what you and your brothers has been doing to her for years? We've all hurt her. So fucking what? We all know the little bitch deserves it! She even liked what I did to her like the slut she is!" That guy, Quinton, spat, coughing up more blood making him look disgusting as ever like his words.

How fucking dare he.

I want to bash his head against the concrete floor, but Max beat me to it.

"You fucking asshole!"

My twin already wrapped his hand around the bastard's throat and delivered several blows in his face, rearranging it even more.

"Don't overdo it, Max. We still need him alive. Unfortunately." I approached my twin and pat his shoulder and he immediately stopped, his face scowling and unsatisfied. But Quinton was already unconscious.

He's a disgusting motherfucker who deserves to burn in the lowest part in hell along with that bastard who raped our mother.

Before Damion, Max, and I got here, the Di Luca boy and his men already did quite a number to him to the point that he was barely recognizable, but we still weren't satisfied. And we can't exactly kill him, not right now at least.

We're going to slowly destroy him and everything the asshole holds dear.

He destroyed ours so it's only fair.

Damion is already working in getting all his resources to make sure his family business goes bankrupt and they will be left with nothing but a penny in their name. It's their fault for raising a rapist.

Max spat on the fucker's unconscious body before turning to look at me. I frowned seeing how lifeless his face looks, his body starts trembling and before he could fall to his knees I quickly caught him.

He started sobbing.

"It's alright, Max. Let it all out. I'm here." I kneeled down holding my twin in my arms as he broke down completely.

Max would only let his guard down to me as I would to him.

I know he's having another PTSD flashback right now.

Both of us were there, fully awake, when that incident happened to our mother, but Max still protected me and Damion who was knocked out. He begged those fuckers that he'll watch just as long as they won't shoot our older brother and they'll let me close my eyes. I was so fucking scared and traumatized with what was happening so I let my cowardice and fear get the best of me and closed my eyes, letting Max experience everything himself. It was a fucked up situation and I honestly don't and will never have the fucking courage my twin had. No one will ever have that kind of courage Max has.

After a while Max has finally gathered himself and he pulled away when one of the big and gruff Italian mafia soldiers under the Di Luca's employ appeared.

"There's someone here looking for you." He told us before quickly leaving.

And there our youngest brother appeared. He still looks rough with several bruises on his face, black eye, and his other eye was so swollen that he's still unable to open them.

"Corbin, what are you doing here?" I asked.

This is the first time he has been here

Max quickly walks towards him.

"Go home, brother. You're not supposed to be here." He touched Corbin's shoulders to try and turn him around, but our youngest brother shook his hands off.