Chapter 67: _ Teaching Luis Miguel’s Group a Lesson
"Right, right. You beat him down. But the real question is, why did you stop only when she asked you to? Hmm? You could’ve just let it go, but you didn’t. You kept going. You’re obsessed with her, aren’t you?" Hugo’s voice was oozing with mischief now.
I could almost see him waggling his bushy eyebrows at me.
What the heck was he even saying?! Obsessed with who?
María José?! Someone whom I saw as nothing more than a little sister because trust me, she was. I was seven years older than she was for fuck’s sake.
The girl is literally a kid. Eighteen!
I cursed and slammed the gear shift into drive. The tires screeched against the pavement as I took off. There was no way I could sit here and let Hugo have the upper hand.
He had to stop this incessant teasing. Right now.
"I wasn’t obsessed with her," I grumbled, swerving around a car that didn’t seem to understand the concept of speed limits. "I was pissed. I wasn’t gonna let anyone hurt her. Hell, nobody gets away with treating someone like that. Not when I’m around. You know that yourself."
Anyone who knew me would know that too. I would never stand by and watch injustice lead. Never:
"You sure about that? You were ready to knock heads off, and the moment she begged you to stop, you listened. That doesn’t sound like the usual Axel I know. You’ve never backed down from a fight. But for her, you did." Hugo wouldn’t stop.
By the fucking Moon, he just WOULDN’T STOP!