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Chapter 2

?Chapter 2 ?

I can't really help but wonder how it looks like we're just supporting characters for someone's story. Like when it comes to Farra, the way the world revolves around her is making her the protagonist. The way she sways her hip to the dancefloor while having a Bayle with someone is everything but being a main character.

As I tried to stand from my seat, my head feels like it was floating.

“You should shaking it up a bit!” Ter told me.

Nodding at him, I roamed my eyes on the people doing a slow dance. But my eyes went directly to her. The man's hand slowly snaked its way to her hips and then to her butt.

Bastard! This is what I really don't want to witness. Seeing a woman being perverted is like watching my mother being molested! It was making me fume with wrath!

I stood from my seat, was about to run towards them and take that bastard down when I was stopped by Farra's sudden move. Gasps and confusion was heard throughout the entire dancefloor. Well, they can't help it. Farra threw the second kick between that p*****t's thighs and banged her head on his face. Blood spurted out of his nose as he began to move backwards.

She was about to throw another violent move but ai held her down. What she just did can be justified as a self-defense but throwing another attack will turn the tables around. She'll become the perpetrator in the end.

She struggled to escape. I held her on her waist and carried her away so she won't be able to reach him. Farra elbowed me but I was lucky enough to stop her.

“Let me go!” she yelled.

She tried to reach him using her sharp nails. I pulled her far from the guy. Feisty! The man looked at us with teary eyes. You deserve that, asshole.

“Ter, Manoy!” I called the two and they worked on it right away.

“Let me go! Damn it, just let me destroy that bastard's face—” singgit niya maayo.

I tightened my guard around her just so she won't be able to escape. Just a little bit more struggle and I can really feel how much she tried to break my arm off from holding her down.

“These perverts just won't stop perverting and harassing everyone else! Let me kill him!” she screamed.

Ter and the old guy named Manoy cuffed the p*****t and let him take a sit as they tried to contact the cops.

“Don't let her freaking go! She'll go wild! ” Manoy yelled.

She won't stop moving! We almost stumbled because of how she just won't stop moving her legs and hands around me. I was lucky enough to be able to find support from one of the chairs.

“Let me go!” I sighed at her screams.

“Behave," I told her. She's impossible. I just can not...

“I won't stop moving until you won't let me go!” she screamed even louder.

"Is that so?” I let out a soft chuckle and threw her on my shoulders.

Her stomach laid flat on my shoulder as held her thighs. She screamed even louder as we made our way out of the Bayle area. She really won't stop moving, huh? My patience is becoming thinner!

I threw her on top of the horse, her eyes widened when she was seated on top of the horse's back, her thighs facing me.

“Let me down! Help!” the people who passes through us laughed at her.

“Behave yourself,” my voice deepened.

A part of me was disappointed on how feisty, how she doesn't want anyone to stop her. But still, I was grateful that she's not only beautiful, she's also strong. I was even more grateful that she punched him. That guy deserves her violent reaction. Nothing impresses me more than a woman who knows how to take care of herself.

“Damn it! If only I got the chance to freaking kill him! I would've! How dare you take advantage of me? I don't really understand why ugly people are perverts! You don't even look good at all and now, you're not being good! If you're ugly, atleast be morally good and formal! Idiots!"

She's so loud. Why can't she just stop screaming?

“You should 've let me go! He deserves more of this. If ever I'll get a chance to see that asshole again, I'll rip his head off!” she was breathing heavily from all the fuming.

“Then?” I raised an eyebrow at her.

“Oh, god! I hate perverts! And they'll be complaining about how they're triggered about what I wore. Ah, stupid! Its not like its my fault that you didn't get to had s*x!” she scowled.

“Please shut up, dear, “ Manoy sighed.

“Can you take him closer? I just want to talk. Its just gonna be a conversation. ” she faked a smile.

Right, a conversation about how you want to trade his life to death.

“Really? You'll be sued for physical assault.”

“Its self defense—”

“So?” hangad nako niya.

“Oh, and one more thing. I can't be sued since I am the victim here! ” she badly tried to get down from the horse's back but I held her waist.

Farra is so petite, thin and small. How will she be able to take down a guy bigger than him? She caught him off guard minutes ago but if she'll attack him again, it won't go that well.

“God, I'll calm down. Please call my brother, Manoy. Tell him to come here. I just want my brother to kill the s**t out of him! God, how can you let useless people live?!" I stared at her.

I am amused by her actions. I mean, she's so small and all this but she's so terrible. Well, I guess, some things are just small but terrible.

“Right. I'll call your brother. But please calm down, hija. Don't disappoint Ronron,” Manoy sighed and left us.

“Right but let me have my revenge—”

I slapped the horse's back resulting for it to move. She stopped talking. Damn it. The way she's loud is hurting my ears.

“I said, I'll behave!” she looked at me.

As we continued to share a stare, her cheeks are slowly turning red, I guess? Is something's wrong with her?

“Um...are you really Rohannus?” her question got me curious.

“Yes, why?” she just stared at me. Its like she was anticipating for me to c***k it and say its a joke.

“Uh…nothing,” she smiled.

The whole time I babysit her, Farra was silent as if she was lured deep into her thoughts. She was not saying anything until a car arrived to take her home.

“Thank you for your service,” the man who resembled a lot like her told Manoy.

Their car looked classic. I know cars like these are way more expensive than a house. Her small figure disappeared when she entered the backseat of the car. I bet this person who closed the door for her is her brother. And it spiked my curiosity even more when he stared longer at me as if he recognized. They left, the car took a turn to somewhere I can no longer see.

“Manoy, can I leave…” I tried to ask for permission as I went towards my big bike.

“Oh, right! Sure! Your shift is done. Thanks for volunteering."

To be honest, I wasn't here for a vacation or just to come back home because I miss home. I came back to this hometown because I was sent here to guard a Maharlican who was heated by a clan's feud over a throne.

Farranur Sultana, the daughter of Bassim Sultana and Priscilla Viglianco. Sultana is the most powerful muslim name who rules the entire Muslim Kingdom and Viglianco is the most influential christian name who serves the Catholic Church. Their family was targeted because of Farra who also happens to be the youngest member .

The youngest daughter of a family is the treasure, the holder and the one who will compete for the throne. A Sultana was chosen in every era. A woman who will forever hold the name she have.

The last Sultana died, and now that the Halal is open—a kind of election which was done through a series of competition. That's why the King sent me here to protect her since every other family who holds the name Sultana has already started the competition using their own methods including death...and crime. A Sultana will rule all over the Muslim Kingdom in honor of the Mohammed's wife.

And of course, they won't be able to accept Farra in the competition since her parents are Catholics and she is...well... I don't know.

“I missed you ,” I murmured as I kissed the scope of my sniper rifler.

I positioned myself on top of this tower. with my belly on the mat. The night was already deep. Fireflies are in lit and the crickets are loud as the Bayle from a distant.

Though I am glad that the whole week of me trying to babysit Farra was smooth. I still don't understand why they aren't attacking her yet. Its not like I want her to be attacked. I just don't feel good about how silent everything is.

Through the rifle scope, I peeked to see how everything's going on in their house. But I got nothing. There was no one in the house! I mean, they should be there a minute ago since I watched their car turned to the roadway to their land.

I was about to panic when I heard a g*n c****d behind me. A cold metal was pushed on the back of my head, I did not moved and listened.

“Who are you and what are you doing? ” the guy sounded familiar.

“I told you, didn't I? Someone's been watching me lately. ” Ah, that soft voice, “Someone's been tracking me, following every move I make. And that was you. Am I not right, Rohann?"

I flinched to see the face of the woman I have been babysitting. What did I even expect? They're a family full of intelligent beings.

“You caught me,” I chuckled softly.

That was unexpected. No one has ever caught me before.

The younger guy who looked exactly like her pushed the nose of the g*n on my cheek. I guess, this is her other brother. I got up from the mat and knelt before them just like how they wanted me to. Climbing from the stair is her older brother, the one who drove her home.

“Who are you and what do you want?” the older one asked me.

Ah, what a violent family.

“I'm Rohannus, a Visayan General of the Royal Knights. I was sent here to take good care of the only daughter of the Viglianco and Sultana Family.”

Her younger brother whistled, “Wew, your weapons are so cool. I really want to join the Royal Knights but they won't accept me. Said I was overqualified."

The three of them laughed.

The eldest said, “We're honoured to meet a Royal Knight especially you, Sir Rohann. This is what our parents has told us that no matter what happened, we shouldn't trust anyone except for the Visayan General. ”

“We are grateful of your service to us.” the other brother smiled.

Her brothers looked at her when she didn't said anything.

“What? Stop it."

“Farra, we both know you have a big crush on General Rohann.” his brother joked and showed me the g*n, “This is fake, by the way."

“If that g*n was real, I would've killed you already.” Farra rolled her eyes at us.

“By the way, I am Bassimon.”

His other brother introduced, “I am Mohammed—"

“Don't believe anything he says,” Farra frowned.

“Heh. I'm Bassim Ahmed. Its nice to meet you, General.” he bowed.

“Farra…”