Page 109 of Violent Attraction

“Hijo de tu puta madre.” My father charges over to where Santos and I are, his face going red and anger radiating off every single inch of his body.

Serena and Camila both let out a yelp when Santos stands up and my father grabs him by the collar of his shirt before slamming him into the wall.

“Pendejo. Do you have any idea what you just did? Do you have any idea how much money you just cost me?” My father slams Santos into the wall a few more times.

My father isn’t as big or as strong as Leo and Santos, but even with a few inches in height difference, my father is able to hold his own. Which scares me.

“You have no idea what you just cost this cartel and this family,” my father spits in his face, but Santos just takes it. He could fight off my father, but he just continues to stand there and take whatever my father gives.

“I did what I needed to do to protect your daughter. You know the same daughter that you’ve been using as a pawn to get more power.”

The face-off between the two men is instance. Leo even has to step forward to stop anything if it gets out of hand.

“You don’t know jack shit about anything.” Ronaldo shifts himself so now his forearm is pressing against Santos’ neck.

That’s when I get up, causing Serena and Camila to come over to me.

Even with an arm pressed to his airway, Santos still finds a way to smirk.

“Like I don’t know that Emilio came to you years ago so that you could take care of some debt for him? That all he had to do was complete a job for you and you would take care of it? That job being him killing my father for you?”

I feel a hand slip into mine and grasp it tightly.

Camila.

A growl escapes from my father’s throat as Santos finishes up speaking.

“I didn’t kill your asshole father.”

“No, you just hired someone to do it for you. Just like you told my father to kill the FBI agent that was once your friend. Because you’re a coward and let other people take the fall for your actions.”

Being called a coward is what breaks my father. One second he is holding Santos by the neck, the next his arm is swinging back and he is hitting his face repeatedly.

Screams fill the room and Leo is scrambling to get my father off Santos, who is now on the ground taking every hit that my father has to offer.

“I’m fucking Ronaldo Morales! There is nothing cowardly about me.”

Leo is able to get a hold of my father and starts to pull him away but that is before he is able to get a good kick to Santos' chest.

“¡Basta!” I yell when Santos spits out blood from the countless hits he received.

The room goes silent as I run to Santos and check his face. It’s swollen and there are multiple cuts all over that must have come from my father’s rings.

“You are a bastard for betraying me, just like your father. Be warned right now Santiago, you won’t live as long as Cristiano did.”

I think if Leo wasn’t holding my father back, he would kill Santos right here and now.

“Like what you say means anything to me.” Santos spits out more blood, this time he aims it towards my father's feet.

“Tell me, Santos. When did you turn against me?”

Santos looks at me quickly before looking back to my father.

Before he answers, he starts to push himself up off the floor, wiping off the blood that is pooling at the corner of his mouth.

“When you decided to use your own daughter for personal gain. That’s when all the pieces started to fall into place.”

Santos moves so that he is toe to toe with him, and my stomach starts to churn at the thought that fist will start swinging again.

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