Page 39 of His Untoward Hate

“Isn’t this what you wanted? To beat this fag until he’s lifeless?” Estevin said, with a typical arrogant demeanor, showing off despite his hidden face.

A smug smile formed on Sky’s face.

“Why didn’t you just kill him right away then? Are you scared, you fucking wimp?” Sky snarked.

“We would have done it…but a knight in shining armor came to save his ugly frog in distress,” Estevin retorted with a sardonic smile.

“Coming from the desperate frog prince just to satisfy his bitch. Do you know that you are like a puppet?” Sky said. “You are being played, Estevin motherfucker Simbajon. A pathetic toy slave.”

“As long as I can fuck her, that only matters to me.” Estevin shrugged.

“Well, I fucked her first before you did.” A quirky smile formed on Sky’s lips. He caught the brief flicker of sourness that crossed Estevin’s face at his remark. “I would not want her vagina anyway. It’s fucking yours. You know me, I am a one-use and discard type.”

“You want some nerd twink ass now, then?” he provoked. “You know, I would not mind trying too. My dick would be glad to fuck your gay brother. What about that?”

At the mention of his brother, Sky’s entire body went rigid. His blood exploded into a furious boil, and a violent rage surged through him with such force that it nearly drowned out every rational thought. Bringing his brother into this crossed a line that should never have been touched.

He wanted blood and death now.

The last hanging thread of Sky’s restraint snapped. He released the two men from his grip only to seize them by the head and slam their skulls together with brutal force, hearing them crack. Their agonized cries rang through the hallway, but he was already charging toward Estevin.

Estevin tried to retreat, but he was already too late. Sky closed the distance in an instant and drove his fist into the right side of his head. The savage blow connected directly with his ear, making his eardrums ring violently. Estevin staggered back while clutching his ear from the impact. The painful blow made Estevin’s vision blur for a moment. He tried to steady himself and regain his footing, but before he could fully straighten up, another punch slammed into the opposite side of his head, sending him stumbling onto the floor.

Sky’s gangster instinct easily detected the threat behind him, and he was quick to avoid the attack from his other pal. The other man lost his balance when his sneak attack failed. Before he could recover, Sky drove a vicious kick into his back, sending him crashing face-first onto the floor. An excruciating scream tore from his throat as pain exploded through his body. He could have sworn he heard his bones crack on impact.

The other one looked at his comrade, then averted his gaze at Sky. He rushed at him with a pretense of anger, and Sky effortlessly took his fist. He squeezed his balled paw until his expression twitched. He strangled him around the neck, and he lifted him off his feet. He choked for air. The veins along his temples and neck bulged substantially as he fought to drag air into his lungs.

The bullshit surrendered, tapping his arms vigorously in defeat. Sky did not grant his request. Instead, he dug his thumb into his neck, and his eyes bulged out as he fainted under his grasp. Before he was completely out of life, Sky threw him into the air, hitting his back on the floor. The sound of his skull hitting the concrete echoed in the parking lot.

These rats have the guts to fight a well-trained boss. Who do they think they are?

Just when Sky was about to search for Jude, he was hit by a baseball bat on the side of his head. The impact made a loud, ringing explosion inside his ears. Estevin clearly had not aimed just to damage his own hearing. Sky’s senses faltered instantly, his hearing dulled, and his field of vision blurred. When he forced himself to look up, he saw Estevin gripping the varnished bat with a smug expression plastered across the rest of his unmasked face.

“You don’t know how long I waited to kill you, Sky fucking Granger,” Estevin snarled.

Sky staggered backward, struggling to steady himself. He instinctively touched his right ear from the painful impact, but before he could recover, one of the accomplices drove a punch straight into his side while his guard was down. Another sharp blow followed, and Sky immediately felt something crack in his nose.

Sky braced one hand against the concrete wall, trying to keep himself from collapsing to the ground. He forced himself to regain his composure and swiftly caught the incoming fist of the guy who had punched him earlier. His grip tightened mercilessly around the man’s hand, crushing it as if it were nothing more than a worthless piece of paper.

“Ahhhh!” he screamed in agony.

“Don’t fucking piss me off,” Sky growled coldly.

Despite his condition, he kept a firm grip on the man’s hand before violently twisting it.

“Ahh, p-lease, stop. Stop. Sky. Ahhh!” he begged.

Sky heard the bone crack before driving a punch straight into the man’s face, sending him collapsing onto the ground.

Just as Sky turned to face Estevin, another blow from the baseball bat struck the back of his head. He immediately grabbed the spot where the bat landed as the pain doubled this time. He closed his eyes as he winced in torturous pain. This time, his vision went dark when he blinked. He forcefully tried to pry his eyes open and slowly lifted his gaze toward Estevin, only for a fist to smash against his face.

When another punch came flying toward him, Sky quickly dodged it, causing Estevin to lose his balance. The opening space gave Sky the perfect chance to slam a brutal punch into his side. A sickening crack resounded, and Sky knew one of Estevin’s ribs had broken.

“Ahh, fuck!” Estevin cursed, holding his side in pain.

Sky did not give him time to recover. He drove a hard kick into Estevin’s back, sending him crashing loudly onto the floor. Sky immediately closed the distance and pinned him down before he could even get back up. He yanked him to face him, gripping the collar of his white cloth tightly. The buttons of his long sleeve ripped out. The force of his hold made Estevin struggle to catch his breath.

Straddling over him, Sky smirked coldly.