Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 63: Watch out for the mad man!

"Castrate me?" Gabe let out a low, mocking laugh, a crooked smirk spreading across his bruised face. "You’ll only end up hurting yourself, Sabe and I mean every word of that."

He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with defiance. "You don’t even know if the baby inside Matthew is yours yet. You called him a whore yourself, remember? That means the child in his belly could belong to any other Alpha out there." Gabe scoffed. "So tell me, if you end up castrating yourself, how the fuck do you plan on reproducing again?"

"Shut the fuck up, Gabe!" Sabe roared. His fury exploded as he stormed forward, dropping to one knee in front of Gabe and pressing the cold blade of a knife against his throat.

"You’re the one I’ll be castrating," he snarled, eyes wild. "You and that pathetic therapist who dared to touch what belongs to me."

Sabe’s grip tightened. "And yeah, even if Matthew is a whore, he would never give me another man’s child," he continued venomously. "There’s no need to make a video when I can drag you straight to his house and make you watch."

"So tell me....where does he live? He doesn’t stay in his popular house his clients know all the time. He has another house and you know it." His eyes narrowed. "You’ve been there, haven’t you?"

"I don’t know," Gabe snapped, struggling uselessly. "Let go of me, Sabe."

Instead, Sabe shoved the knife harder against his neck.

"You better start talking!" Sabe bellowed, as he removed the knife from Gabe’s neck and delivered a brutal punch to his face again.

Gabe’s head snapped to the side, blood spilling from his lip.

"I want to kill that motherfucker with my own hands," Sabe growled. "And I’m not waiting till tomorrow. My men searched everywhere, but they don’t know which house he’s hiding in." His voice dropped into something darker. "So tell me....where did he hide you from me the very first time?"

"You’re a fool, Sabe," Gabe spat, laughing despite the pain. "All this jealousy over Alex?" He sneered. "He’s not the reason you have a small dick and you don’t even know how to use it."

"You!"

Yeah.Gabe continued Inwardly. Your dick is small. But it never mattered much to me. I was the one doing the fucking anyway. All you had to do was suck my dick while I sucked yours.It wasn’t a big deal not until I saw Alex’s. Even if I’m the one to eventually fuck Alex. I love how it feels holding his huge dick in my mouth. The way it fills my mouth when I suck him...fuck, it felt so good.

He coughed, blood dripping from his chin as he finally voiced out. "So let me go now, Sabe. I don’t have time for this rubbish. Let’s live our separate lives." He sneered. "You go be a hero fucking Matthew, while I enjoy getting fucked by Alex."

That was it.

Sabe’s face darkened with uncontrollable rage as he grabbed a thick wooden stick resting against the wall.

"I don’t give a damn about that love show tomorrow," Sabe yelled. "If you don’t shut up right now, I’ll kill you and your therapist."

His chest heaved violently.

"I may still care about you, but I hate scandal."

"I’m not scared of you, Sabe!" Gabe shot back. "And you’ll never be able to kill Alex." His lips curled cruelly. "I’ll keep sucking his dick while he praises me for being a good boy."

Sabe lifted the stick high....

Bang!

The living room door burst open.

"How dare you show your face here, you bastard?!" Sabe screamed as his eyes locked onto Alex, who stood there with Damien, Fred, and several burly men flooding into the house.

"How dare you raise your hand against Gabe?!" Alex shouted, rage blazing across his face as he lunged forward.

In one swift movement, Sabe dropped the stick, snatched the knife from the floor, and charged.

"I’m going to castrate you, you bastard!"

"Watch out for the madman, Alex!" Damien yelled as Sabe and Alex crashed into each other, the knife slashing wildly through the air.

"Hey... hey, dear," Fred said urgently as he rushed to Gabe’s side, cradling his bleeding head in his lap. "We’re here now. How are you feeling?"

He looked up sharply.

"Call 911. This is an emergency!"

"They’re here."

"You should help Alex," Gabe whispered weakly, his voice barely audible. "Sabe is going to hurt him."

His vision blurred as he murmured, almost to himself. "I don’t understand why the fuck Alex is here..."

"He just arrived all of a sudden. I don’t know how he knew Sabe was going to hurt you."

Fred replied immediately, worry clearly written all over his face. His hands trembled slightly as he tried to stop the bleeding. "But let’s leave that aside for now. You’re bleeding too much, Gabe. We need to...."

"I’m not going to die from this, Fred."

Gabe forced out the words despite the pounding headache, a weak but warm smile tugging at his bruised lips. "You did well, though. Not rushing in the moment Sabe started hitting me."

Fred stiffened.

"If you had come in too early," Gabe continued, his voice low but steady, "We might not get good evidence to bring him down. Now... with everything that just happened, he won’t be able to escape an attempted murder charge."

Fred nodded his head in response all while wiping tears off his face.

"The camera caught everything," Gabe added softly, satisfaction glinting briefly in his eyes.

The room suddenly spun.

Before Fred could respond, Gabe’s eyelids fluttered. The dizziness he’d been fighting surged violently, his headache exploding behind his eyes. His smile faded as his strength finally gave out, and within seconds, his body went limp.

"Gabe!" Fred shouted.

*****

"Fuck! My head."

Gabe opened his eyes slowly.

A sharp brightness assaulted his vision, forcing him to squint as he tried to focus. His head throbbed painfully, as though someone had split it open from the inside.

The strong scent of antiseptic filled the air, sterile and overwhelming. Somewhere nearby, a machine beeped steadily, its rhythmic sound cutting through the silence.

As his awareness returned, Gabe realized he was lying in a hospital bed.

His head was heavily bandaged. When he lifted a hand weakly to touch it, he felt the dull ache respond immediately. IV drips were attached to both his hands, tubes snaking down toward the stand beside the bed. His face felt swollen and stiff....his lips sore, split, and plastered shut.

So... I survived, he thought dryly. Of course I’ll survive.

Where’s Alex? 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

The question hit him instantly, panic flickering beneath the haze. Sabe didn’t hurt him... right? And how the hell did I lose consciousness so fast?

Gabe tried to sit up, only to feel a sharp protest from his body. Letting out a quiet groan, he sank back against the pillows.

That was when he noticed someone at the edge of the bed.

A figure sat slumped in a chair, head resting against the mattress as if exhaustion had finally claimed him. Dark, silky hair fell over the man’s face.

"Alex...?" Gabe whispered, his voice hoarse and barely audible.

At the sound of his name, the figure stirred.

Alex lifted his head abruptly, eyes widening the moment they locked onto Gabe’s face.

"You’re awake," Alex said, relief flooding his voice as he shot to his feet. He moved closer instantly and grabbed Gabe’s hands tightly, as if afraid he might disappear again. "You’re finally awake."

Gabe swallowed, his throat dry.

"You’ve been unconscious for two days," Alex continued, his grip tightening. "You scared everyone, Gabe. I thought...."

Two days?! Gabe screamed internally, his eyes widening slightly before he let out a heavy sigh.

Damn it...

Alex looked away briefly, guilt clouding his expression.

I’m a bastard, Alex thought bitterly.

I shouldn’t have frozen. I should’ve stopped him before Sabe smashed that flower vase over your head.

"I’m so glad you’re awake," Alex said softly, his voice breaking as he pulled Gabe into a tight embrace. "I’m really glad you’re okay."

Gabe stiffened for a moment before slowly relaxing into the hug.

"And you?" Gabe asked once Alex finally released him, worry filling his eyes. "Are you okay? I saw how Sabe attacked you. He didn’t hurt you... did he?"

Alex let out a tired sigh. "No. He didn’t."

Gabe nodded, relieved but his gaze drifted unconsciously downward.

Alex’s trousers concealed everything, yet Gabe’s thoughts betrayed him instantly.

He really didn’t castrate you, did he?

Sabe kept aiming for that precious dick...

Gabe swallowed hard, heat creeping up his neck. An impulsive urge surged through him to reach out, to touch, to confirm for himself that Alex was truly fine.

What the hell is wrong with me? he scolded himself. I just woke up from a coma. If I grab his dick now, he’ll think I’ve finally lost my mind.

Alex had said he was okay. Gabe forced himself to believe it.

His gaze lifted again.

"And Sabe?" Gabe asked, raising an eyebrow, curiosity sharpening his tone. "Where is he now?"