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I grab him by his collar. “I’m so sick and tired of you putting your big mouth in places it doesn’t belong,” I sneer. “You’re just a little bitch trying to act like a big dog.”

“Antonio,” Thea’s voice pleads.

I drop him without a second thought and look over, meeting her concerned gaze.

“Who’s the little bitch now?” he smirks.

“Ti ucciderò,” I spit and grab him again, smashing my fist into his face.

The altercation doesn’t go beyond him falling backwards from the impact of my punch, before Ambrose and Adriano are pulling me backwards. Gabriel stares between his son and me, tension clear on his face.

Theá, on the other hand, looks frozen and confused, her eyes shifting between her brother and I.

“Theá, let’s go.”

“You’re going to fucking regret this,” Kylian continues.

Theá’s head turns to him, and for a brief second, I worry she may choose him over me.

“Theá,” I plead, and her eyes meet mine as she walks toward me.

“Go with him. You’ve never cared about this family anyway!” Kylian yells after his sister as she follows us out.

Chapter thirty-three

Theá

“No,ofcourseIunderstand that it was out of line.” Antonio’s voice fills the living room as he paces back and forth. To say last night went up in flames would be an understatement. Between Don Marcelino being there and Antonio punching Kylian in the face, not much went right other than getting to spend some more time with Natalia, Selena, and Valerie—who just happened to be blowing up my phone on the group chat they insisted we make last night.

Behind The Scenes

Me:

He’s speaking to my dad right now.

He’s apologising, so I don’t think it’s going well.

Natalia:

Oh no.

Valerie:

Apologising for what? Kylian was acting like an asshole.

Sorry, Theá

Me:

It’s okay. He always acts like an asshole, but is mostly harmless.

My father…not so much

Selena:

I’m sure everything’s going to be okay. Keep us posted, though.

Me: