Marcos was burning in the places of his body where the paintball shots of his sons hit him, normally they did not behave that way, they only started to do it from the moment they declared war on him, all because he had told them he was getting married, trying to pressure them to change their attitude towards others, even though it was easy for him to give in to them and say he was just playing, he could not let himself be dominated by that evil trio.

″Dad, you can back out of marrying any woman other than the one we choose and we'll sign a peace treaty right away,″ said Diego seriously.

″I'm never going to let myself be manipulated by little devils like you,″ he exploded angrily.

″Demons? Are you calling us demons? Are you sure? If we are demons, it's because we are the children of another demon or a devil, which one are you, Dad? ″said little Marco logically, raising a mocking eyebrow.

Marco kept quiet, he was provoked to grab the brat and spank him so that he would learn respect, bu