LUCAS' POV

I saw red as I laid eyes on Andres, I was even angrier when I realized what he was doing–blocking my path. Anger surged through me, fueling the fire within. Without hesitation, I lunged forward, aiming a punch at him. But he seemed to have seen it coming, he ducked dodging the punch that would have made his nose bleed.

He laughed sarcastically, his voice dripping with disdain. "Is that the best you've got, Lucas? Still as pathetic as ever." He smirked at him with disdain, obviously enjoying his one minute victory.

I clenched my fists, my jaw tightening with the effort to control my rising fury. Ignoring his jabs, I turned my attention to Samantha, who looked on with irritation. She knew how much of a jerk Andres was , but I felt embarrassed, knowing that she didn't need to witness a family feud.

Andres, looked over my shoulders, his eyes fixed on Samantha, and took slow strides towards her. I wasn't about to let him come close to her, Andres was bad news. I moved swiftly, intercepting