His Innocent Sera novel Chapter 49

The slap sent his head sideways.

"You thought we wouldn't find out?" she seethed, trembling in rage.

"You will break the girl, and we wouldn't know," she barked sharply. Realisation struck Nate. She betrayed him again. Again. He ground his jaw.

"You will never see her again, much less torment her," Ara stated in finality. Nate stood there, jaw tight but saying nothing, his silence only stoking her anger. With a firm grip, she snatched the front of his shirt, making him meet her eyes.

"Do you hear me?" Ara demanded, her voice sharp and steely as she tightened her grip on his shirt. "Say it. Say you won’t trouble her again. I’ve raised you better than this."

Nate swallowed.

"I can't do that, Mom," Nate murmured, as if she was asking him of something that was beyond his control. "I..I love her," he confessed, words trembling with raw, fervent intensity.

Sera was astounded. Her son had never refused her before. This was the first.

"Pack your bags. You're leaving for the States tonight. Santiago will take over your training from here," Killian intervened in a tone that demanded submission.

"No. I’m not going anywhere," Nate stated firmly, his voice hemmed with iron resolve. Locking his adamant eyes with Killian, he added, "Not without her."

Killian's eyes narrowed, the air around him grew chilly. He approached him with measured, threatening strides.

"I am not asking. It's an order," his voice quite but lethal. "You will leave Spain tonight, and that's final."

The tension crackled between them like a bomb about to explode, but Nate held his ground.

"Not without her, Dad," Nate maintained, there was no hesitation in his tone, no fear, only a manic obsession that pulsed through every cell of his being. Like a snake striking, Killian's fist collided with his face, jerking his head sideways. Nate stumbled backward, blood oozing at the corner of his lips. But instead of submitting, he straightened slowly, eyes light with the same fire.

"I want her, dad," Nate said, wiping the blood from his lips with the back of his hand, "and no one, not you, not mom, not the whole damn world can stop me from having her." There was madness in his eyes, a feral, unchecked obsession blazing through them like a wildfire determined to destroy everything in its path.

Ara was in tears, utterly disappointed and shattered.

"We'll see that," Killian growled before his fist slammed into his jaw, sending him to the floor. Nate hissed in pain, but Killian paid no heed and picked him up like a sack of potatoes. Not giving him a moment to recover, Killian lashed him with his killer punches, determined to beat some sense into him. He struck with the precision of a man who had trained killers and commanded wars.

Killian drove his elbow into his stomach, making him double over. Nate coughed blood; every inch of him was throbbing in pain, but he didn't beg, didn't cry out. Nate slumped like a dead weight until Killian grabbed him by his collar, breaking his fall.

Authority dripped from his icy stare as he barked, "You will obey your mom and leave that girl alone."

Nate was too beaten up to form a reply. Killian let go and he collapsed to the floor, his face a mess of fresh bruises and swollen eyes.

"Get his stuff ready. He's leaving tonight," Nate heard Killian tell Ara. Seconds later, their footsteps faded into the shadows, and his eyes fell close.

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Nate woke up in a moving car, squeezed between two burly men. As soon as he woke up, the throb in his head surged into a brutal hammering, his eyes barely opened due to swelling. Realisation followed soon after— cold and heavy, dulling every ache in its wake. He was being taken to the airport.