Chapter 174 Her uncle Punch

Chapter 174 Her uncle Punch
Dante POV

After been there for a few days, we finally made our move and we drove to the winery with her paintings in the bed of the truck.

The winery was few minutes away, and the entire drive was spent with a scenic
view. Isabella could hardly sit still because she was both nervous and excited.

We pulled down the windy road toward the entryway of the winery and I parked the truck and killed the engine.

A black sports car was parked beside us. A flashy car wasn’t Conti style,.so I assumed it belonged to his brother. I hadn’t interacted with his brother much since I first came to the house, but I suspected he hated me as much as his brother did.

Isabella stared at the view outside the window, infatuated by the place.she’d spent her childhood and being home made her undeniably happy. I was surprised she ever left in the first place. “Ready?”

She nodded before she got out of the truck. She came around to my side.then grabbed my hand as she headed to the entrance.

I dropped her hand, giving her a slight shake of my head. Her father didn’t like it when I called her baby, so he definitely wasn’t going to like watching me hold her hand. It would irritate him, so it was best not to do it.

We walked down the hallway and met Conti assistant, an older woman who looked like she was approaching retirement. She let us go to Conti office without warning him, knowing Conti would want to see his daughter no
matter what he was doing.

Isabella tapped her knuckles on the door before she opened it. “Hey, are you busy right now?”

Conti sat behind his desk, his hands pressed together with his fingers resting against his lips. A glass of scotch was in front of him.

Her uncle was there too, drinking with him, probably discussing their mutual hatred for me but the second Conti laid eyes on his daughter, he lowered his hands, and like I wasn’t standing right behind her, the affectionate glow entered his face.

“No. Bella, I’m never busy when it comes to you.” He rose to his feet and came around the desk to hug her. He wrapped his thick arms around her and squeezed, his chin resting on her head. Fatherly love was in his eyes, and even though she was a grown woman, he still held her like she was a child. “I’m always happy to see you.”

Her uncle stood up next and smiled at her. “Hey, sweetheart.” He hugged her next, his affection matching his brother’s. “What a nice surprise. I’m tired of doing all the work around here.”

Conti looked at me next, and all the joy drained from his face instantly. I was the storm in summer, the hurricane that would destroy his whole life.

I was nothing but a nuisance to him, the evil that couldn’t be defeated. I’d seen that look of hatred in every man I killed, but none of them hated me as much as he did....even though I’d claimed their lives.

Her uncle stared at me just as coldly, like he couldn’t stand the sight of me and I wasn’t intimidated by either one of them, but my faith in this plan started to disappear. “It’s nice to see you both.”

I could say nothing else, but.something needed to be said to break the tension. “It’d be a lot nicer if you were dead.” Her uncle was a lot more aggressive than his brother, thinking emotionally rather than logically. He was both loyal to his brother and protective of his niece, so he wanted nothing more than to cause me pain.

“Uncle.” Isabella stared at him with sheer disappointment. “Don’t say that to him.”

“Why?” He kept his eyes on me. “I mean it.”

Conti didn’t intervene, letting his brother say whatever he wanted and his insult didn’t mean anything to me. I was bulletproof, so words
bounced off even better than actual bullets.
“I mean it too,” Isabella hissed. “He’s done nothing but work his ass off.....”

“And before he was doing that, he was working his ass off to kill us,”

Her uncle snapped. “So yes, I wish he were dead and I wish he were dead because a
piece of trash like this asshole doesn’t deserve you.”

He turned to her, his eyes full of anger. Isabella was turning red in the face, about to explode. “I’m sick of this and I’m tired of you talking to him that way. In the beginning, I understood but it’s been almost a month, and you’re still treating him like dirt.”

“He is dirt,” Her uncle snapped. “I’d spit on him right now if you wouldn’t throw a tantrum about it.”

Conti watched me without blinking, as if I might lose my temper and strike his brother, If I laid a hand on either one of them, I would never be able to take it back.

So I had to absorb their rage and keep a stoic face at the same time. “I mean it.” Isabella moved in front of me, placing her petite frame
between them and me like that would do anything.

“Father, you told me you would try. Keep talking to him like that, and I’ll walk out. If you won’t hold up your end of the deal, I won’t hold up mine.”

Conti finally looked at his daughter again, a slight hint of panic in his eyes. “I didn’t make any deal,” Her uncle said. “So if I want to do this...” He pulled his hand back and slugged me hard in the face, throwing as much force
behind it as he could. “I will.”

I knew it was coming, but I didn’t stop it, letting his fist hit me in the nose and eye and I hardly turned with the punch and didn’t react at all, proving that I was stronger than both of them combined.

Isabella covered her mouth and shrieked. “Oh my god!”

I turned back to her uncle, my jaw clenched with anger, not pain. “That the best you got?”

His eyes narrowed, and he pulled his arm back again. “Hit me as many times as you want.” I was letting my temper get the best of me, but I couldn’t control it anymore. “You’re going to do more damage to your fist than you are to my face. I’m harder than stone, harder than anything you can throw at me. So if you want to break your hand against my face, be my fucking guest.”

He punched me again, hitting me in the jaw and I didn’t react again, proving he didn’t have any power over me.

“Stop it!” Tears flooded Isabella eyes, and she pressed herself against me, her hands cupping my face to check my injuries. “I’m so sorry, are you alright?”

I grabbed her wrists and gently pulled her hands from my face, my eyes on her uncle and not her. “You’re hurting her, not me.”