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"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse."
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
She broke him in the w...
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A rage of fury blew steam off my head as my hand collides with the fucker's face, "How dare you touch my women?" I growl.
Jealousy blurs my mind, The visual of her with another man itched a nerve in my brain, Every ounce of self-control stormed out of my senses when his hands irked closer to her lips.
When his venomous skin touched her heavenly body.
He took my right.
"She was dancing with me." He accuses through a bloody nose, my jaw clenches and I look back at her, her condition seems out of control.
Why do I let her drink?
Aira's decisions made in anger are indecisive, Yet most of them always include a way to make me feel replaceable, be it uploading photos of flowers with the text, "From the love of my life" to doing this.
My merciless gaze falls on his hand, the same hand he touched my girl with, I raise my fist and slam it across his throat, knocking the air out of his throat and he coughed frantically.
"You touched what is mine, now you will pay for it." I say through gritted teeth as I curl my finger against the cheap fabric of his shirt.
The crowd gathers around me, forcing me to calm my ferocious ideas, I cannot kill him, Aira will hate me.
His breath quickens as he shakes his head in fear, "No, She was asking for it-" that's it, the last ounce of control gets swamped off me and I charge towards him.
His fingers get crushed beneath my knees as I blow punches on his face, loud shrills of scream ring through my ears, but my sole focus stays on this motherfucker.
The image of his dirty hands on her hips paints red in my memory and choke any other thought, I add more force on his fingers until I hear a crackling noise as he pleads for mercy.
A bright red veils Gabrielle's face, His mouth hangs open in shock and a white cast falls over his entire skin, I lift my knee up and see the crooked shape of his fingers as a satisfied grin lifts my face.
He touched my girl with this hand, Now this hand will not be able to touch anything.
I lower my head to his and warm, "The next time you dare to even look at her, These fingers will be replaced by your head and this time, I will not leave any bones to break."
A mist of blood-red still flows in my mind. Another day she will get someone who will make me jealous.
Someone who will listen to her pain and wipe her tears with his gentle hands and coax her until she gets nested by his side, in their little comfortable cocoon with just him and Aira.
Someone who will steal her from me.
I want to be that someone.
"What to do with him?" Romano ushers to my side, frowning down at the man on the floor, A disgusted look on his face.
