Chapter 16

Bryan's POV

"You better stop being a spoiled child, throwing tantrums because you didn't get your way." My grandfather's voice thundered across the room. "Grow up! Bryan."

I roared, my fury reaching a fever pitch as I spun to face him once more, ready to strike.

"You are just a bitter old man, looking for where you can exercise your power." I snarled, spitting out venom. "You are despicable and…!"

In a flash, before I could complete my words, Jonathan's hand shot out, landing heavily on my face.

I gasped for breath, the force like a vise, almost sending me to the ground.

Firing a last glance at Jonathan, whose eyes burned with a rage to match my own, I stormed out of the apartment.

"How dare he do that?" I blurted as I stormed down the stairs, my rage a palpable force that sprang forth from my inside wrapping every fiber of my being.

"Pathetic old man," I muttered, cursing beneath my breath, the words bitter on my tongue. "I'll show him what happens when you cross me."

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