The moment Damian stepped into the kitchen, fury surged through his veins like wildfire.
He didn’t wait for explanations. He marched straight up to Marco and grabbed him by the collar, his grip tight and unrelenting. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Marco?” he growled, his voice low and vibrating with rage.
Marco tried to speak, “I was just—”
But Damian didn’t let him finish. With one swift move, he yanked Marco forward and dragged him out of the kitchen and into the living room. Marco stumbled over his own feet, trying to keep up.
With one powerful shove, Damian threw him onto a chair. Marco grunted from the impact.
“Dad, listen to me—”
But Damian was past listening. He surged forward, grabbed his son again, and slapped him hard across the face. The sound echoed like a guns
