Alexander's POV
Layla lay on the bed half naked, and my heart pounded in anger. “Alex, what are you doing?” She asked, her voice shivering with fear.
“Get away from her you bastard!” I yelled, kicking Damian off the bed. He landed on the floor, his head hitting the floor badly.
“s**t!” He cursed, glaring at the mess and massaging his head gently. “How did you manage to get inside here?” He squinted his eyes at me.
I laughed, “you think a bunch of lazy boys will stop me? You don't know who you're messing with!” I growled, hitting him in the head. He fell face flat and I dragged him outside. Layla followed quietly, not daring to make a sound.
“Mr King!” His father cried, “please have mercy! I have failed to raise my son properly. Take me instead.”
I kicked him away in frustration, “do
