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Charles' POV

The dancing clubbers suddenly turned to still stones.

David was standing with his nose covered in blood. The blood has also stained his shirt.

" You motherfucker." David looked at his hands.

I attacked him again, pushing him to the ground and delivering blows to his nostrils.

The lady with him screamed, but no one was brave enough to pull me away from him.

" Charles, enough!" Bruce tore me away from him and held my hands behind my back.

" Are you fucking insane?!" David was shocked. " What the hell is wrong with you?"

" That's what you get for cheating on Erika!" I fired at him. " How dare you cheat on her? She is too good for you!"

" Why do you care?!" He fired at me. " I wasn't the one who disgraced her in front of hundreds of people years ago!"

" Let go of me, Bruce." I shut my eyes. " Just for one damn minute!"

Bruce didn't listen, if anything he held me tighter than before.

I wanted to kill David, I didn't even care what was going to happen afterward. I didn