It took Marcel a lot of self-control not to stride over to where Daniel sat, hitch him up by the shirt and just punch his face till he let this shimmering anger inside of him out.
He hated that man.
He hated his ass.
He hated ever having him as a father.
He wished he could swap him with someone else.
He wished he was… dead.
"I don't need your help in rescuing my woman, okay?" Marcel answered him, his voice crisp and full of tension. He was trying so hard to keep his temper under check, but with the way Daniel was teasing and taunting him, he doubted that he could hold it off for long.
"Really? Are you so sure? I mean, I'm not doubting your capability here, but you don't have a high success record lately. With the both of us working together, the win is guaranteed?" He was confident.
