Álvaro wiped the blood dripping from the side of his head, his dark eyes burning with hatred. His nostrils flared, and his whole body trembled, but whether it was from rage or exhaustion, I couldn't tell.
What I could tell, however, was that my little brother was about five seconds away from trying to rip my head off.
"What did you say? I'll kill you!" He spat.
I tilted my head and gave him an unimpressed look. "Huh. Last I checked, I wasn't the one who needed Daddy to do everything for me."
Álvaro's face turned a full-blown shade of red. For a second, I thought he might start foaming at the mouth.
And then, just as expected…
BAM!
His fist slammed into my cheek again, knocking my head to the side. Pain exploded through my skull, but honestly? The satisfaction of pissing him off outweighed the sting.
"Temper, temper," I taunted, rolling my jaw as I straightened. "Keep this up, and people might think you're unfit to lead."
