Dario didn't, instead he said, "I understand you're frustrated, after all, your mate is missing. But that doesn't mean you should act like you've lost your mind. You're not the type to hurt Alessio, you would never do that, so snap out of it."
"Dario, take your hand off me. Don't make me repeat myself—"
"Apologize to him."
"Dario—"
"Apologize to him."
Zayne took a deep breath. He looked at his brother, grabbed his wrist, so hard that Dario's face contorted at the pain of feeling his bone being crushed.
"I told you to get your hand off me."
He stormed off, and Dario turned to go after him, but he suddenly fell to his knees, clutching his stomach.
He coughed hard, spurting out a mouthful of blood.
"Dario…?" Alessio muttered, rushing over to him. "Dario, what's wrong—"
His eyes dropped to his bloody hands, and his face grew pale immediately, before he shouted.
"ZAYNE!!!!"
"Zayne!!! Dario. D-dario, he's hurt. Oh fuck, oh fuck, he's hurt. Zayne!!"
