Chapter 478. The Monk Was Grooming Our Tara!

Lucien Delano was out of his chair and beside him in a minute, so quickly, that Piers had no time to react. His father’s large, calloused hands gripped his collar as he growled, his face dark with anger, shaking Piers as though he was no more than a leaf,

’YOU BLOOD* PIECE OF SH*T! HOW DARE YOU BRING THAT MURDERING WH*RE HERE?’

Piers felt a crescendo of emotions, fear at the look of undisguised fury in his father’s cold eyes, anger at hearing how he had addressed Hila. He wanted to defend the woman but his father’s near-death chokehold on his throat and then, a hard fist slammed into his face and he cupped his face, as the force of the blow sent him reeling.

But the Capo and Claude had stepped in, urgently trying to prise open Lucien’s stranglehold choke on Piers. The younger man’s face was red, his breathing was labored as he tried to breathe. He felt the pain in his jaw, his eye was probably beginning to swell…

All thought was drowned out in a flood of pain