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chapter 44 | Stinging pain

"I'm here to make things clear with you."

"Things are clear already," he stares in my eyes without letting go of the door, probably ready to throw it in my face. "Where is my fucking sister?"

"She's where I know you won't be able to touch her again," I lick my lips but keep my hands in my pockets to not use them for violence already. "And you better stop calling her or texting her so much because she won't come back to you. She will stay with me from now on and I'll make sure to tell her parents about-" a strong blow in my chest makes me go backward. "Do not interfere in our family. You're no one for her," he states while I'm smirking and keeping my calm after what he just dared to do.

"That girl is not a part of your family and I do have a word to say because I'm her boyfriend," I stare into his eyes but feel the rage burning me up the more I look at him and his disgusting face full of arrogance. "You are not her boyfriend and no need to play it tough and believe she won't be back in this house because I'm going to call the cops and make sure-" my hands grab him by his collar and I propel him in the door violently, to keep him against it firmly. "You will not ever touch her just once more in your life. She doesn't trust you anymore, the only man she will trust from now on is me and you won't ever be able to change that again."

"Get your hands off of me right now if you don't want to end in a coma," he threatens me with his eyes fixed into mine but I let go of him, I step back to create a gap between us. I throw my fist in his face without any control as soon as I see him trying something.

The powerful punch makes him hit the floor brutally. I didn't expect to put so much force into it. Without caring about the blood already leaking on the floor, I slam the door to make sure I'll be left alone to do what I want. "You have no idea how much I want to kill you at this moment son of a bitch," I bite my lips but walk over his body still laid on the floor but try to find a way to breathe calmly.

I grab the brass knuckles I kept in my pocket but get on top of him to grab his shirt and thwack him once more without realizing what I'm doing. The thought of his hands touching or hurting y/n filling my mind to make me go insane. I breathe heavily but hold back from punching him again. "What does that feel like when you have someone strong in front of you? Uh?"

"Shut the fuck up-" he abruptly punches me back in the face when he was pretending to be almost unconscious. He makes me end on the ground but only to top me and hit me on repeat. His knuckles crashing hard into my face to cause extreme effects to my bones. I try to dodge his punches the most possible but receive a lot of them in order to knee him in the crotch and just throw him on the floor effortlessly, making him bump into a piece of furniture but get the fragile items to fall down and shatter into pieces at the impact on the tilted floor.

I rise to not remain in this submissive position but kick him in the stomach to never let him breathe or recover at any second. The rage in my veins control my entire body with all the emotions full of anguish and wrath, and I keep him against the wall to put my hands on it and beat him up. I can't stop, I just want to make him regret what he did to y/n.

He takes all the impacts in his body but groans on the floor like a poor guy while I'm going at him fiercely. "Stop!" he shouts in a broken voice through the house, begging me to cease everything. I kick his crotch hard but step back and restrain myself. He's bleeding a lot, looking weak and hopeless.

"What?" I pant but wipe off the blood leaving my nose and mouth. The adrenaline is rushing so swiftly through me that I can barely feel the pain. "You have no strength or authority once I'm in front of you? Hm?" I look down at his figure, some injuries covering his face. "Where's the tough guy who talks like shit to people and threatens them to make them end in a coma?"