Chapter 31
Angie pov
Jack noticed my uneasiness about me letting him inside the house. He was taken aback when he heard a male voice from inside, screaming for me to bring my fucking asshole back in the room for another round.
I quickly darted my gaze to the other side of the room. When I look back at Jack, he was smiling at me. “I hope he grinds and pounds you so well. You should get back in there.” His words sound like a mock to me.
He leaned closer to me, planting a kiss on my cheeks before turning around to take his leave.
I was embarrassed to the core. Why should it be this moment?
“I should not repeat myself…” Robert said with my heart dropping down.
**Jack**
I clenched my fist in anger but tried to suppress my countenance. How dare she sleep with another man when I haven’t slept with her?
I had to leave my house so early, so I could call her to join me in a jogging race but she was receiving some fucking cock through her asshole?
I scoffed at my last words not trying to believe anything I have seen or heard. Well, that should have not been my problem or concern. She’s just someone who is going to use and dump.
When I arrived at the gym, I couldn’t concentrate at all. I had to walk to the boxing room to unleash my anger.
The day was boring without her around. I need to get home and relax. No matter how I tried to concentrate, I couldn’t concentrate at all.
I was vexed and got out of the gym walking to the bar so I could relax my Head in peace.
I was at the bar still trying to get my wishes known to the bartender when my phone beeped. I turned to look at it, it was a message.
My eyes flew open after reading the message. “Robert, Damien’s son is missing? Damien shot him.” I blinked my eyes, with my fingers scrolling and tapping against the screen of my phone.
“Find him!” I texted.
This would be a very interesting movie along the way.
***Angie**
After Jack left me behind at the door. Robert walked carelessly to my side and throw a punch across my head. “How dare you sleep around with men? You even dare to invite him over to this house?” He cocked his brow at me as if I was the Genesis of his problem.
He kept throwing punches at me, all over my head, shoulders, ribcage, and my tummy.
As if that was not enough, he rushed me over, prying my legs apart. He walked to the kitchen bringing out a spatula. My eyes bugged out at that. What is he thinking? Is he going to use that on me?
“This will reach you a fucking lesson bitch!” He cursed, hitting my cheeks with the back of his palm. I could feel and taste the blood in my mouth.
He pried my leg apart dipping inside of me with the spatula, hot tears gushes from my eyes down to my cheeks. I shuddered under him, “isn’t my dick enough for you whore?” “Huh? Well, you need some extra cock and I’m going to give that to you.” He says, and mounted the pressure on the spatula, dipping it deeper inside of my cunt.
After thirty minutes of satisfaction, he let go of me but with his cock placed in my mouth.
My hands were tied apart with clothes. He was laughing at me, videoing me as I was sucking his fucking cock.
“Bitch!” He cursed out with his legs kicking hard against my head.
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I’m free, he finally slept off. I walked to the mirror side to see my face blistered with bruises. Now how do I faces my prey with bruises on my face? I wouldn’t be able to go out because my beauty was ruined by him.
In the evening time, he woke up and told me I’ll be taking him to the bar to relax. He says, he needs to go clubbing.
My heart beat faster than its normal rate, I could feel my pulsating quicken under my thick skin. What is this man thinking about?
He knows exactly what he was doing.
With the night due, we were ready with me thinking in my head where to take him to. What if we bumped into my prey?
“Take me to where you normally see that prey of yours.” He cooed me with his hoarse voice through his drunk clenched teeth.
Now, I had no choice but to bring him there.
As we get inside the bar, I quickly glanced around from the corner of my eye around the bar, but there was no sign of him so I was happy. Robert said he will be at the VIP lounge so I had to follow him up. The money was damn much for the VIP lounge but since Robert was a mafia Don son, I think he will be able to pay and spend as much as he wanted.
The total of the drinks that Robert ordered was getting to fifteen thousand dollars.
When the waiter had come for us to settle the bill. Robert was damn drunk, he yanked my hair and nodded at me with his hard forehead. I fell backward, with blood dripping from my nose.
“She will pay!” He answered, I was surprised tho, by his actions I was surprised.
He never stopped at that, he told me to stand up on my feet. Before I could think any further, he shredded my clothes into pieces, revealing my fleshy meat. My eyes flew, and my gaze landed and get honed with Jack.
He was standing at the other side, his attention over to my side, his fingers clenching in circles.
My nose was still dripping with blood. “Strip!” Robert commanded.
His voice was loud in the VIP lounge. We were the center of attention. He wants me to strip?
Who am I not to strip? But, he is there looking at me.