Chapter 33 - CRESTFALLEN (1/2)

The more you show your feelings, the more people can find ways to hurt you.

-Quotes-

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Gael could feel his anger coursing through his veins. Everything seemed completely wrong, even the air that he breathed.

How dare that man touch her hand? Being so close to her and looking at her that way?!

Everything was dark in his eyes and the only thing that Gael wanted was to tear his limbs one by one. What was his name again? Issabel told him, but he couldn't remember. But, that was not important now.

He would be dead once he got his hands on him.

With a revolver on his hips and a big stone in his hand, Gael broke the window of the car on the passenger side once he reached it.

And that bastard's reaction had just been like how he had predicted. He got out of the car and rushed toward him, with the same anger that reflected in his eyes right now.

Great. It would be great. Lise could watch this and learn her lesson well.

Gael was about to punch him, but he dodged him just in time and put a distance between them as he charged forward to attack him once again.

However, Gael didn't want to waste his energy on him. This was all about efficiency…

Gael pulled out his revolver and pointed it at Sol's head, effectively stopping the man in his place and finally paid a little bit of attention to the danger that Gael had brought upon him.

”Come out honey,” Gael called to Lise. ”Or else, I will blow his head out. Your choice, darling.” Gael's voice was soft, as if he was coaxing a naughty little kid, who was trying to get attention by acting cranky.

It didn't even take a second for Lise to jump out of the car and run toward Gael, pleading with him.

”NO!” Sol roared, he tried to take Lise's hand away, but it only made Gael furious. He didn't like it when someone else touched her.

Thus, a bullet was fired from the gun in Gael's hand. It pierced through Sol's flesh on his shoulder and incited an anguish groan from him, while Lise was crying at the sight of blood on Sol's shirt.

”Gael please… stop it. Leave him alone, I will go with you…” Lise begged him. She stood between Gael's gun and Sol, but the man shoved her aside, though he was injured.

Gael loved it when Lise pleaded with him… he loved the streaks of tears on her cheeks and how desperate she looked at times… that was right. She needed to feel that no one could save her except him… she needed him to live…

”Come here, baby,” Gael said, smiling harmlessly at her, but his grip on his gun was steady. ”I don't want another man's blood to stain your shirt.”

”NO, LISE!” Sol yanked Lise's hand, so she would stay with him, but Gael didn't give a d*mn about it, as he fired the second bullet and this pierced through Gael's wrist, bringing him down to his knees.

”Come here now or the third one will cross his head,” Gael said grimly when he saw how hard Lise was trying to help that man. She should know better to not provoke him at this moment.