SAMANTHA’S POV

I was too stunned to speak as we looked up and saw Andres standing by the car, a devilish smile plastered on his face. His stoic expression showed no remorse for what he had just done that had almost cost bruises on my skin. I turned to face Lucas, who was by now fuming with anger.

I reached out and gently held Lucas's hands. I wanted to tell him to ignore Andres but the words weren't coming foth, so I clamp my mouth shut. Lucas wasn't having any of it, with a stern expression on his face, forcefully shoved my hands aside.

"Stay out of this, Samantha," he said firmly, his voice laced with anger as he focused his gaze on Andres. "This is something I need to handle myself."

I watched as Lucas locked his gaze on Andres, with a clenched fist. Andres took two steps backwards and shook his head.

"Lucas, my dear brother," he said, his voice laced with sarcasm. "I didn't mean to intrude. Just passing by and thought I'd say hello."

I looked at Andres with contempt, his presence meant only one