Seeing him groaning in pain did a little to ease my rage. I was already possessed with every bit of anger, jealousy, and bitterness I've felt since I realized he was the damned bastard who sold me off.
The primal urge to kill him echoed through my nerves. A lethal craving to snap his neck and throw him down the window. To spit on his cracked bones.
He was my son. But God, I wanna kill him!
“Vince!!” Vanessa yelled from outside the door. “Leave my son alone. Stop beating him up!”
I was way too enraged to give a flying f**k to her pleading. Balling my fist again, I waited for him to stand up. Like a damn predator eager to devour its little prey.
He stood, dangling in pain. Putting his hand up, trying to stop me from coming for him. “Fa…ther…”
The words barely came out when I landed
