Chapter 33

33 CRESTFALLEN

The more you show your feelings, the more people can find ways to hurt you.

-Quotes-

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Gael could feel his anger coursing through his veins. Everything seemed completely wrong, even the air that he breathed.

How dare that man touch her hand? Being so close to her and looking at her that way?!

Everything was dark in his eyes and the only thing that Gael wanted was to tear his limbs one by one. What was his name again? Issabel told him, but he couldn’t remember. But, that was not important now.

He would be dead once he got his hands on him.

With a revolver on his hips and a big stone in his hand, Gael broke the window of the car on the passenger side once he reached it.

And that bastard’s reaction had just been like how he had predicted. He got out of the car and rushed toward him, with the same anger that reflected in his eyes right now.

.....

Great. It would be great. Lise could watch this and learn her lesson well.

Gael was about to punch him, but he dodged him just in time and put a distance between them as he charged forward to attack him once again.

However, Gael didn’t want to waste his energy on him. This was all about efficiency...

Gael pulled out his revolver and pointed it at Sol’s head, effectively stopping the man in his place and finally paid a little bit of attention to the danger that Gael had brought upon him.

“Come out honey,” Gael called to Lise. “Or else, I will blow his head out. Your choice, darling.” Gael’s voice was soft, as if he was coaxing a naughty little kid, who was trying to get attention by acting cranky.

It didn’t even take a second for Lise to jump out of the car and run toward Gael, pleading with him.

“NO!” Sol roared, he tried to take Lise’s hand away, but it only made Gael furious. He didn’t like it when someone else touched her.

Thus, a bullet was fired from the gun in Gael’s hand. It pierced through Sol’s flesh on his shoulder and incited an anguish groan from him, while Lise was crying at the sight of blood on Sol’s shirt.

“Gael please... stop it. Leave him alone, I will go with you...” Lise begged him. She stood between Gael’s gun and Sol, but the man shoved her aside, though he was injured.

Gael loved it when Lise pleaded with him... he loved the streaks of tears on her cheeks and how desperate she looked at times... that was right. She needed to feel that no one could save her except him... she needed him to live...

“Come here, baby,” Gael said, smiling harmlessly at her, but his grip on his gun was steady. “I don’t want another man’s blood to stain your shirt.”

“NO, LISE!” Sol yanked Lise’s hand, so she would stay with him, but Gael didn’t give a d*mn about it, as he fired the second bullet and this pierced through Gael’s wrist, bringing him down to his knees.

“Come here now or the third one will cross his head,” Gael said grimly when he saw how hard Lise was trying to help that man. She should know better to not provoke him at this moment.

“No!” Sol groaned, but he still tried to hold onto Lise. But she pushed him away, afraid that Gael would really pull the trigger if she hesitated any longer.

“Gael, please, I am here... put it down,” Lise said, she stood in front of him, purposely blocking Sol’s body from his shooting range. “You promised me... put it down....”

Fortunately tonight, there were not many people in this rest area, or else they would probably call a cop to arrest Gael for shooting an innocent man.

On the other hand, Gael looked at Lise intensely, but didn’t do what she asked of him. The gun was still pointed at Sol’s head, as the man struggled to stand up.

“I will only spare his life if you do something.” His eyes were calculative.

“Anything, I will do anything,” Lise whispered. She didn’t want to turn around and see Sol’s current condition. Because once she did that, every cell in her body would despise Gael and she would run toward Sol instead.

“Kiss me,” Gael said simply.

“F*CK YOU!” Sol roared again and was about to pounce on Gael when he pulled the trigger, aiming his leg instead.

A long growl could be heard, it was very aggravating and Lise couldn’t imagine what kind of pain that he had to endure.

“So, do you want to do it? Or do you prefer to be kissed by me over his dead body?” Gael tilted his head, but from the corner of his eyes, he could see Sol’s movement.

Lise bit her lips and this made Gael want the same thing. She lowered her eyes, trying to conceal the hatred that she felt toward Gael.

“I am waiting,” Gael said tauntingly. “Or do you want...”

But, Gael’s words were cut short when Lise tiptoed and kissed his lips. It was so short, Gael barely could feel it.

“I have kissed you, now let him go!” she screamed in frustration.

Lise really hoped that she had kept the dagger with her, so she could stab him right in his heart. Maybe only after that she could finally be freed from his grip.

“That is not a kiss, lovely,” Gael said disappointedly. He shook his head, but was slightly amused by Sol’s dark expression. “I will show you how to do it.”

Gael didn’t wait for Lise to discern the meaning of his words and she found herself being held tightly around her waist before Gael slammed his lips against hers, kissing her roughly, as if he wanted to devour her.

However, his eyes were on Sol, watching how crestfallen that man looked.

“Put your arms around my neck, lovely,” Gael said between the kiss.

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