Chapter Thirty Four

LIAM

Anger flared inside him, rapidly spreading over him. The sight of him touching his wife was pushing him to wrath. Years of practice were telling him to rein in. A hand dug on his shoulder, trying to peel him away from the unconscious man, covered in blood. All he could see was red.

' I would break him slowly, dragging him to a painful death. '

He knew there would be an attack. His wife's presence was planned to capture them.

"Your wife is watching, Liam. She's scared." His deep voice poured in his ears, seeping deep.

His hand stopped in the mid-air. He was breathing rapidly, his emerald eyes full of anger,

Paul moved forward, his stride was hesitant. He offered him a wet towel. His knuckles were dripping with blood.

Locking his jaw, he gripped it and wiped his hands. Controlling his anger, he pushed himself to his feet. Silently, he motioned at Paul.

Paul nodded.

"I can't believe you hid everything from