I can’t f*****g believe what I just saw. Like…what the actual hell just happened? One minute, Gavi’s slaps me, and the next, he’s screaming on the damn floor. His arm’s not just broken, no. Dante straight-up ripped it off. Turned him into a one-armed mess real quick.
“I warned you, didn’t I?” Dante growls, towering over Gavi’s pathetic, bloody form. “But you had the balls to come here anyway. You think I’m f*****g joking?”
And nope, Dante’s not even close to done. He slams his damn boot right into the open-ass socket where Gavi’s arm used to be. I’m not even exaggerating, I almost lost my lunch. Gavi’s screaming like a banshee now, flailing like he can run away without a whole arm.
“I’m gonna make you wish for death,” Dante says coldly.
I should be cheering, Dante literally defended
