Falling For My Ex's Dad by Oma Green

Chapter 96: The Fight

Chapter 96: The Fight

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leave. Only because of you, Sergio.” Then, without a word, he seized my hand, his grip tight, giving me no room to protest. His hold was firm, possessive–as if staking his claim. I barely had time to process what had just happened before I was following him, my pulse racing. Everything was happening too fast. We had barely taken a few steps when Daniel’s voice lashed through the air. “Walk away. That’s all you fucking do.” Gabriel stopped in his tracks. His entire body went rigid, his fingers tightening around mine–so tight it was almost painful. My heart pounded. “Gabriel, please. Let’s just leave,” I whispered, my voice trembling, pleading. He swallowed hard, his grip loosening slightly as if he was listening, as if I was pulling him back from the edge. He began leading us out again. But Daniel took another step forward, his voice cutting through the room. “Go back to licking your wounds like a coward instead of facing the truth.” That did it. Gabriel broke. I barely had time to react before Gabriel tore his hand from mine. He flew across the VIP lounge, charging at Daniel with deadly precision. The force of his tackle sent them crashing to the floor, furniture scraping as they collided. Gabriel didn’t hold back for a second. His fists connected with Daniel’s face–once, twice, three times–pure, unfiltered rage pouring out of him. Daniel grunted, his face already bruised as he fought back. With a powerful shove, he managed to push Gabriel off him and land a solid punch of his own. Gabriel’s head snapped to the side, his brow split as blood dripped. My heart lurched into my throat. The sight of his blood, vivid against his tanned skin, sent a chill through me. I wanted to go to him, to reach out, to stop this madness–but my legs wouldn’t move. I was scared. Scared of what had come over him Gabriel. His lips curled in fury, his chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. The wound on his forehead only seemed to fuel his fury. “Gabriel, please stop…” I finally cried, my voice cracking. But he didn’t hear me. Or maybe he just didn’t care. Larger, stronger, and completely unhinged, Gabriel attacked again, regaining control in an instant. He pinned Daniel down, his knuckles split, but he didn’t stop. I flinched as his fist came down again, his power radiating off him in waves. This wasn’t just about Daniel kissing me on the cheek. This was about something more. A deeper hurt. Gabriel sounded betrayed. A rivalry that had been brewing for years. Everything he had ever swallowed down, everything he had ever held back–it was pouring out of him at this moment, in every brutal hit. I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to run to him. I wanted to pull him away. But I couldn’t move. Fear and shock clashed, pinning me in place. Sergio’s voice cut through the chaos. “Enough!” Raquel shrieked, “Stop them! Do something!” The bodyguards surged forward, gripping Gabriel’s shoulders, yanking him away. Gabriel fought against their hold for a second, his body still fuming with rage. Then, suddenly, he let go. He stood there, shoulders rising and falling, his fists clenched at his sides, blood streaking down his face and hands. His eyes stayed locked on Daniel, who lay on the floor, bruised, blood staining his lips. Then his voice came, filled with rage and pain. “Don’t you ever fucking mistake my silence for weakness.” And without another word, he grabbed my hand and dragged me away. Even then, I could still feel the tremor of his rage in his touch. The ride back to the villa was silent. Gabriel sat beside me, his entire body tense as he stared out the window. The driver focused on the road,

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