Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

Angela skittered and panicked when her air supply was getting cut off, and she fought to get Evan's hand off her neck. She kicked and flayed her hands, trying to catch and scratch him but no matter what she did, it seemed as though nothing was happening. Stars started appearing and her vision thinned, then she began to pray that someone would save her. She didn't want to die. 'Please… help me…' she begged, but no one seemed to care.

No one helped. No one dared to defy the marine—the son of the general—while he was in a fit of rage. The whole incident actually happened so fast. From the time that Evan started beating up Paul, the people around them gradually noticed the commotion. However, instead of helping to break the fight, they just stood and watched the whole thing. Most of them were even quick to pull up their phones to record a video. So when Evan began to choke Angela, there were gasps, but no one had the guts to go near and stop him.

It hadn't been three seconds since his large hand went around her throat, yet she was already struggling so much to breathe—all she could see was the rage in his bloodshot eyes. He was a monster. Angela really thought that she was going to die.

"What is going—" A woman's loud voice came from the side. "Oh my god! Anj! Anj!" Nina quickly ran towards her best friend and with all her might she pushed Evan off her. Nina had used her entire body to slam it into his huge frame. "What the hell is wrong with you!!!"

Angela gasped for air as soon as Evan's hand left her neck. She coughed several times but it still felt like she was being choked to death. Her heart raced so fast that it was ramming against her chest. She became disoriented, and she fought so hard to steady her breathing. She could barely make out what was happening, but before her hazy eyes, she could see that Nina was arguing with Evan.

Paul coughed from the floor and he tried to push himself up to stand. Naturally, Angela scrambled towards him to help him up. Despite the fact that she was still coughing, she was determined in wanting to bring him out of this place and take him to the hospital. She paid no mind that she was still hurting, she didn't care that she was disheveled and looking like a mess.

"Up, Paul. Let's get… out of here… fast…" Angela placed his arm around her neck. Paul wasn't thin or a weakling, but Evan was bigger and taller than him, so he really took a number. "Nina… Let's go…" she managed to utter.

Nina shoved Evan as he kept on forcing himself towards Angela. He was, of course, so much bigger than her, but adrenaline rush enabled her to face him. It was only at this point that a few men came to stop him. He was still fuming, especially since he could see that Angela was helping Paul right in front of him.

"I can ruin you, Angela. Remember that!" Evan yelled.

Angela glared at him through her watery eyes. "Don't ever call me. I don't want to see you again."

"You think you can cheat on me with that dîckhead?! You ungrateful bi—get the fûck off me!" Evan spat at the men who tried to stop him. He kept on yelling at Angela as he watched them leave the club.

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Angela and Nina brought Paul to the nearest hospital. Thankfully, there were no major injuries on him but he had to stay in the hospital for a few days.

While Nina was making some calls, Angela sat on a hospital bed with her knees up. She didn't want to, but the scenes from earlier kept replaying in her mind—the way Evan's eyes looked at her, the way he violently choked the life out of her. Her hand subconsciously touched her neck and it burned. She shivered, suddenly feeling cold. A metal tray fell on the floor not far from her, and she jumped up in fright from the sound of it. She badly wished that this was all a nightmare.

"Angie! Anj! Where is she?" Oliver's voice sounded around the corner.

Nina came up to meet him. "She's over there, Oli…" She pointed to the ward where Angela was resting.

He ran up to his sister's bed, swept the curtain to the side, and found her in such a pitiful state. "Anj…" he called, his heart twisted at the sight of his sister.

Angela looked up when she heard her brother and as soon as she saw him, she broke down in tears. "Oli…"

Oliver rushed to her side and scanned her body. There were bruises on her arm, but the one that got him so infuriated was the bruise on her neck. He carefully tilted her head to the side to check on it and his fist trembled. "I'm going to kill him," he muttered. He wanted to find Evan and pummel him to a pulp. He may not have been the best brother growing up but Angela was his only sister. And no one touches his sister.

His gaze darkened and just as he turned around to find that bastard, she caught his arm. "Oli… Please don't go…" he heard her say. She had always looked tough in front of him, so seeing her in this state felt like his heart was being crushed. He nodded and sat next to her, pulling her to his embrace and stroking her back as she continued to sob. "We'll make sure he pays for this."

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