Marcelo was battered beneath him, fresh blood flowing from his forehead, mouth and nose — while he stared down with a sinister gaze and a murderous aura emanating from his body. The men who were entrusted to guard Arabella had now failed him to do his simple job and let him down. It wouldn't be a problem if his woman didn't have any unpleasant experiences last night, but it would be a different story if she fell unconscious because she received the present of a human head that was put on the hood of her car.
“You're lucky I didn't cut your legs” he said coldly after breaking his legs and ignoring him, who was now staring at him in horror “Lucky, Arabella seemed to favor you, so I'll forgive you, but I don't want to hear about you being negligent once again — for now you should go back to
