Unexpected

Chapter 73.

Albert's POV

When I enter in Starbucks I instantly spot my girl on a table next to the window. My anger and jealously are instantly vanished when my eyes find hers. I was missing her so much, but then I spot that fucker in front of her and I lose it.

My mind is a blank and my vision is a blur as I feel the twist of anger growing inside of me. He isn't aware of my presence until I grab him by his fucking shirt and shove him to the ground.

"Albert!" Emily tries to stop me but I ignore her.

"What the fuck, man!" Andrew shouts and slowly stands up.

"Albert don't! Not in here! Just let him go!" Emily pleads while grabbing the back of my sweater. Every single person in this damn coffee shop is staring at us. At me. Fuck.

"Fine, let's go outside then," I lift him by his shirt making him stumble through the way.

"Albert!" Emily shouts grabbing my sweater with her hands and I ignore her as she follows me outside. The fucker is trying to lose my grip but I'm stronger than him.

As I breathe in the cold breeze and it burns my nostrils, I shove him to the floor and punch him on his stomach with my boot.

"Albert stop!" Emily screams.

"You son of a bitch," I yell striking him again. He whines in pain and a rush of adrenaline is filling my body making me want to kick him harder.

"Albert, please stop! You're hurting him!" Emily raises her tone grabbing my arm with her trembling hands.

"That's the problem right? You don't want him to get hurt, well too bad for you!" I shout and she's looking at me with sadness in her eyes.

"Don't speak to her like that!" He says making a pathetic chocking sound trying to get up from the floor. Not fucking happening.

I kick him again harder making him stumble onto the ground.

"What's wrong with you?!" Emily yells this time and I can't believe that she was meeting up with this fucker.

I lift him up by gripping my hands around his collar and his face is already turning a shade of pink.

"You're always messing up with my girlfriend when I've told you enough fucking times to stay away from her!" I shout at him and he smirks. He fucking smirks, come on he's begging me to punching.

"Albert, let him go! You're completely out of your mind!" Emily pushes my arm off his grip and for a brief moment my body gives in, I hate this control she has over me every fucking time she touches me.

"Do you think I didn't hear you saying she deserves better than me?! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" I shout and he whines when my fist collides with his cheek. With luck I broke him some teeth so he won't be able to fucking smirk at me next time.

He leans down and spits blood to the floor.

"You're so sick.." He says spitting blood to my boots and I kicking him on his belly. He whimpers again. Fucking pussy.

"I'm the one who's sick? You're always going near her and pretending you're a god damned saviour, when you're nothing but a fake bastard!" I shout and he laughs.

"I go near her everytime I want because I'm her friend! And the sick and crazy here is you if after you breaking up with her you still think you're in the right to call her 'girlfriend'!" He shouts and I'm paralysed for a moment. After I breaking up with her? What the fuck?!

I look at Emily waiting for some kind of reaction from her and she looks mortified. My blood runs out of cold and I lose my grip around his collar.