Chapter 38
Jack’s POV
I heard from my men that the man who molested Angie was a nobody but a truck driver who gamble a lot.
A ruffled hiss escalated from my lips as my eyes get glued to the truck screen. I needed to get some things done. It be a long I unleashed my demon, maybe now is the perfect time to show off my former self. I’d like to be like my former self in other words.
“Ti. Ti…”The rings of an outgoing call which was emànating from my phone filled the air. It was finally picked at the third ring.
“I need you to talk to the guy over in Las Vegas to find a fucking picture of Robert, the son of Damien. Check if you will see a professional artist that you’re going to hire to get the description done.”I ordered with my voice creating fears.
I had gotten a call that Damien had bitten more than he could chew. He must still be thinking that he still has the upper hand but that was then. Never leaves the snake under the green snake to urinate; it will surely bite you when you least expect it.
I’m the green snake in this case, I’m going to fight with Damien until the last edge.
I have trouble with myself right now. My head is so divided into millions of pieces. I know I’d killed people in the past, abduct, torture them, and then, cut them into pieces before dumping them in the river but now the last thing I’d want to cross my list or stain my hands was the blood of a girl who looks just exactly like my late wife.
The reluctant actions shuddered violently into my bloodstream as I leaned against the truck seat with my back, trying my possible best to get her fuckin image out of my vision and bloody head.
I wanted so badly to turn back, to turn back at my decision to hurt her. She was the spy which was sent after me. I find out already.
I wanted so badly to use her as an experiment, walk straight into her apartment, gave her mouth gagged while I abduct her, screw her, fuck her so badly before watching her being shredded into the tiny strap of meat by a cutting saw.
***Angie
I heard the sound and turned off the heater. Tiptoeing to the door, I leaned my ear closer to the door for sounds to be sure I wasn’t hallucinating. The sounds stop, there was no sound but I felt the presence of someone standing at the door. As I was going to take my face off the door, the door was pushed hard from the outside, the weight from it slapping against my cheeks as I fell to my knees.
In the contrary of me getting to adapt to my current situation, a fist landed against my cheeks, followed by a deadly kick that was sent across my chest. I fell backward, with my back dashing into the hard surface of the kitchen cabinet. I groaned out in pain, wriggling.
He grabbed me by my hair pulling me up, off the floor that I was staying before turning me around with my hair as leverage and grasp. He slammed my head into a wall with full force.
I felt a warm sensation of blood dripping down my neck as I fell limp to the floor.
He was a few steps away from me, I raised my head slowly so I could have a proper view of his face but it was covered with a mask. I watched him walking to my side in Ina dreaded manner, each of the sounds emanating from his footsteps creating fear in my heart.
When he arrived at my side, he reached for the gun which was stuck to his hip side, he yanked the gun off, whipping my cheeks with it.
I rolled over clutching at my head and the man reared his legs back, kicking hard at my ribs which makes me shriek. He repeated these acts six to seven times and when I couldn’t react to his kick again because my body was weak due to the sex I had had with the Blackman.
He yanked my hair pulling me up, he lifted me with the rim of my hair in his hands, with hatred glimmering from his eyes to me. He shoved me to the floor, the sound from my bone makes a loud sound.
He sent some kicks directly at my cunt, which makes me gasp. He kept doing it until all the air in my lungs had gotten exhausted.
I could not breathe anymore, I was sprawling on the floor motionless.
He placed his heavy boot on my tummy and cleared his throat. “Got a message for you.” He snickered, sliding down with his hands reaching to my chin.
He grabbed my chin Within the grasp of his fingers, yanking my face.
The atmosphere was silent, only the thumping sounds from my heart were beating the boredom and deadly silence.
“I sent you an assignment not to play with cocks. okay?” The man delivered the message, walking out of the kitchen.
After so much struggle, I was able to stand on my feet and dashed to the door in the living room so I could lock it.
I was speechless!
Dumbfounded at my sight!
Could he be that he was aware of the situation? Maybe it wasn’t even Damien who had to send this woman beater up to my side but him.
Robert was standing at the door entrance with both of his hands stuck into his pocket. He had this look of a killer being stuck on me.
I blinked, maintaining my stance as I glared hard at him.
This guy has been getting on my nerves. I’m going to slap him forever daring to think he could always be mistreating me.
Despite how I was his sex toy, how could he have sent someone over to beat me to a stupor?
I do not care about the consequences that will follow suit if I succeeded in slapping him.
I walked forth seductively, yet I’m pain. He opened his rotten teeth smiling at me with his arms parted, I arrived a few inches away from him, not giving him the chance to say anything.
I landed three hot slaps across his cheeks. One for always treating me as nobody when having sex with me.
The second slap was for toiling my feelings and emotions.
The third one was forever daring to send someone after me.
After I’d sent some slap across his cheeks, his eyes were glimmering with hatred and fury. His eyes blazed, fire and anger emanating from them.
Even if I did tonight, I’ll die a happy bitch who did get back at her tormentor. His hands went straight to…