《Raising Rio》32| throwing fists like mike tyson
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"Rio what the fuck!" Carson screamed from entrance to the plane, whilst he ran frantically down the steps not wanting her to pummel any more faces in than she already has done throughout her life.
Riri somehow managed to knock her six foot-four inches of a father down as she straddled his waist and began throwing fists as if she was Mike Tyson.
In reality Mike Tyson wishes he was her.
"You." Punch. "God." Punch. "Damn." Punch. "Son." Punch. "Of." Punch. "A." Punch. "Bitch."
There was no doubt that Rio's fists where doing some unruly damage, she had only been at his face for a mere twenty seconds until she felt two pairs of arms hook under each armpit and drag her off Franco and throw her to the floor, Rio's head smacked against the floor painfully to the point it was almost intolerable, but a petty headache was the least of her concerns.
Throwing punches at her father's face so feral caused her to become quite breathless and the anger she was feeling subjected her to tears.
She looked up at the two people who had managed to pull her off her father without being injured, to reveal Frankie and Luca.
"You seriously let him." She pointed her finger at Franco. "Get away with sending me away, even after all these years and you stand by him, what kind of brothers are you!" Rio screeched.
Tears violently streamed down her face, she could see the immense guilt and regret flood all three of her brothers faces, whereas Franco was to dazed to make a move from his laid out position on the floor.
His daughter sure had a good right hook, he believed he was concussed she punched him that hard.
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Carson had somehow managed to run the full runway in a matter of seconds before reaching Rio and pulled her to her feet, however she stumbled with dizziness when she tried to gain her footing. She probably would have fell over if Carson hadn't of kept a steady hand on her waist.
"Even when I try to confront you all you give me the silent treatment, because you all know I am right: each and everyone of you are shitty brothers and you!" She turned to stare at the pathetic piece of a shit of a father. "You sicken me and the thought of being your daughter makes me want to kill myself!"
Everyone gasped at the sudden statement and Franco made a choking noise, he wanted to ball his eyes out like a baby. He well and truly had ruined his relationship with his daughter and he doubted he could do anything to recover it.
With one last look at everyone, Rio stormed to the jet that waited for them with Carson, Nona and Popo got on her tail. But as soon as she started to walk up the steps to the plane she felt a wave a dizziness brush over her and she just couldn't seem to get her footing.
She knew it was most probably from the stress of the situation and that it was nothing serious to worry about.
Once all the luggage had been transferred onto the plane and everyone was seated, the pilot announced the jet's departure. And with one last look outside the plane window, she saw all her brothers and her father standing with tears that poured down her face.
There was no coming back from this.
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