Words could not begin to describe the intensity of Gerald's anger. He wanted nothing more than to rip Atticus to shreds; he just wanted to protect his little brother.
Gerald knew his brother was far from perfect; he knew he was filled with issues. Gerald had lost count of the number of times he had seen the small boy torture guards and maids back in their sector.
He was a psycho and had gotten him out of many troublesome situations.
But despite this, it didn't diminish his love for his little brother. He was family.
Gerald had never cared about fighting for the position of the family head or becoming the heir. Despite the fact that many elders of the family were trying to create a divide and induce a fight between them, he had always ignored them, just wanting to enjoy his relaxed life with family, especially his brother.
However, now, that same brother was brutally getting pummeled from every direction. He couldn't have that.
