My Toni Is Mr. Anthony
Chapter 37 - Eliana Is Mine!

"How dare you hit me!" furious with Alex, one hand pulled Toni's collar and the other hand clenched.

"Don't touch my woman!" hiss Toni does not want to lose. He brushed Alex's hand off her clothes violently. His eyes still do not want to be separated from Alex, like a lion that is stalking prey.

Eliana turned to Mr. Peterson. He was massaging his forehead, mumbling. This is not the first time they have been like this. But Mr. Peterson is not as strong as he used to be, his strength is reduced a lot. If only he was as young as he used to be, he would have beaten his two grandchildren.

"Master is okay - what? Do you want us to step aside?" ask Eliana worried.

Mr. Peterson shook his head weakly, it could be dangerous to just leave his two grandchildren behind. They are like dogs and cats. He took a deep breath and let out his voice.

"Anthony, Alex! Stop it and we can start dinner."

Heh? They're unmoving.

"Your lady? Whatchu mean? You already had one. And you want more? Eliana's? Tsk... She's mine." Alex still can't accept being hit by Toni. Then he immediately claimed Eliana as his own.

(You already have one. And you want some more?)

Toni's breath was restrained, she didn't like to hear Alex declare his possession. Toni closed her eyes, she couldn't be provoked anymore. Just now he had already shown his bad side in front of Eliana. The woman must have been surprised.

"If I told you I liked it, would you forbid me?" challenge Alex.

"How dare you are!"

BUKS!

Eliana screamed in surprise. Mr. Peterson closed his eyes, clasping his eel. Instantly high blood. Head hurts.

Toni's punch makes Alex fall, but does not make Toni stop. With blazing eyes - the flame he looked at his sister and pulled back his collar.

BUKS!

Once more.

"How dare you! Why are you doing this to me? You always wanted mine! You're not my sister!" Toni hits Alex in the face repeatedly, not dodging him or protecting him from the attack.

"You are a piece of s-h-i-t!"

BUKS!

Alex kicks Toni's stomach hard. Toni pushed back. Almost fell. Alex lunges at Toni.

BUKS!

Toni's kick landed on Alex's chest.

"Eliana is mine!" toni said he didn't want to lose.

Toni's fist was swaying.

Hup! Alex holds Toni's fist.

"F-U-C-K-I-NG J-E-R-K!"

BUKS!

Alex's knee hit Toni's stomach.

"D-A-M-N IT, YOU!"

BUKS!

Toni turned her body and kicked.

They cursed each other, fought blindly, hit and kicked using all the martial arts they had learned as children. Taekwondo, karate, boxing...

"STOP! STOP UP!" eliana shouted with all her might.

Without a second thought Eliana jumped into the arena of battle, no matter Alex or Toni who was throwing punches and kicks. Eliana didn't see anything else. This fight must stop.

Toni's hands stopped in midair, as she felt someone slam her back. Hugged tightly. His eyes were like they had just opened and bright. The tension of his body slowly loosened.

BUKS!

Eliana immediately got up, she swiftly stood in front of Toni.

"Stop, Toni! Stop, Alex!" Eliana shouted, half crying. Stretch out your arms, becoming the barrier between Toni and Alex.

"You two are brothers! Can't talk well? See your faces? What's it gonna take to stop? How does your Grandpa feel seeing this?"

The room arrived - it was quiet.

Toni fell silent. Alex was silent too. Mr. Peterson took a deep breath and exhaled, shaking his head with a resigned look. Penance!

Eliana relieved.

Toni gets up and sits on the dining chair with an expressionless face, followed by Alex. They sat facing each other without looking at each other.

Mr. Peterson looked at his two grandchildren alternately with sharp and angry gazes. Eliana rushed to the kitchen, picking up bags of ice, warm water and washlap to take care of the men. A waiter helped her carry a P3K box to the dining room.

Eliana placed the pouch on Toni's left cheek and said quietly. "I'm disappointed in you, Toni. You should be able to behave better than this." Then his hand grabbed Toni's hand, telling her to hold the ice bag herself.

Toni looked down, not daring to look at Eliana. His hand held an ice bag. "I'm sorry, Eliana."

"I apologize to Grandpa for making such a mess" Eliana said. Then he went to Alex's seat.

Toni followed Eliana's every move with her eyes. He did not like it but how else, he was under Grandpa's supervision. It's been quite a stir today. His intention to vent his longing towards Eliana had to be postponed.

"Anthony hit me first, Eli." Alex protested softly, complaining to Eliana before the woman had time to reprimand her.

"You two are the same. I'm not an item that can be arbitrarily contested." said Eliana quickly.

Eliana examined Alex's wounds carefully. The wounds on Alex's face were more severe, blood coming out of his nose and the corners of his mouth. Eliana cleaned the blood with a washlap and then slightly pressed - a cut on the corner of Alex's lips to stop the blood. Then give him the ointment.

"Are you done with those two rioters, Eliana?" Mr. Peterson's voice boomed. From then on he was silent because he knew that shouting was free. Tony and Alex won't listen.

Now it's time for the old man to show his power.

"O' yes, Sir. Do you want to eat now?" Eliana patted her eel, only to remember that they were actually about to have dinner. Stumped Eliana picked up the plate and prepared to prepare a meal that might have started to cool.

"No. Not necessary. I'm just gonna eat in my room today. Please take the food to the room." said Mr. Peterson upset.

"And you... " Mister Peterson pointed to Toni and Alex's faces alternating with her index finger. "Don't dare come here if you're still hostile. Don't see Eliana again without my permission. She's my nurse, she works for me and you don't have to bother her!"

Toni and Alex were stunned.

"But Grandpa... " Alex tried to negotiate, while Toni just kept quiet.

"Don't argue! Eliana is mine. Not yours or yours!" mr. Peterson said he imitated the style of speech of his two grandchildren during the fight. His hands again pointed at his grandchildren one by one.

Although still upset, Eliana could hardly help but laugh at Mr. Peterson's angry style. He's fierce but can't really be really angry at his grandchildren.

"Come, Sir. I'll take you to the room."

Eliana pushed Mr. Peterson's wheelchair without turning her head toward the two men who were in truce.

Oh, yeah... Right now Eliana is Mr. Petersons'.

Connect yes....

NOTE

Martial arts \= martial arts

You are a piece of s-h-i-t \= words - swear words

F-U-C-K-I-NG J-E-R-K \= words - swear words

Mr. Petersons' \= belongs to Mr. Peterson.