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!”

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