Keane instantly stood up. I saw him shake his head in an attempt to throw off the dizziness that was trying to take over his mind. But despite of having a huge scar on his forehead because of the blow that I had landed. Blood kept dripping down his face to his chin and then down on the ground.
I could see him shaking in anger and I knew he was not going to back down from a fight. And God knew how much I was craving for it. If he ended up dead on the floor today, I would not regret a thing.
I did not wait for even a minute before thundering down towards him. The only thought in my head was of seeing him dead.
My hand shot up to get his throat in my fist while his hand was clenched in a fist, ready to throw a useless punch at me.
But instead of Keane’s throat, it was Ella’s neck that ca
