SAMANTHA’S POV

It took me a maximum of three seconds to get over what had just happened. I wasn't surprised Andres lost his control and hit his step-brother. The war that simmered between them was like a rumbling volcano waiting to erupt, destroying everything in its wake.

Why now of all places? Why did Andres have to do this in a family gathering? So many questions ran through my mind, before I sprung to my feet and in one instance I was standing beside Lucas, he still got his balance except the collar of his shirt was stained with a few drops of blood.

This isn't good at all.

I feared that the worst would happen. And, as I'd feared it did happen. Lucas spat thick red blood in his palm and that only doubled the anger that coursed through his veins, in one swift instance he charged towards Andres who was more than ready to take him on.

I gripped Lucas by the arm and he turned to face me, his eyes bloodshot from anger, "Lucas, don't give him what he wants," my voice was almost inaudible.

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