Frederik’s POV:
The moment he gets out and shuts the door behind him, and I see his fucker’s smirk and drunk stare at me for my baby, my right punch sends him on the floor.
“f**k, cousin….”
I’m bull staring and breathing at him. Yeah, I’ve f****d him good as he’s having blood.
“Next time have f*****g limits. THAT’S MY WIFE!”
“s**t…. I’m sorry…. He watched the cameras….” He’s standing up. “Well, it’s kind of hard with one like her, cousin…. I’m sorry…. Man….”
I’ve just slapped him.
“ALRIGHT! I’M SORRY! f**k….”
I’m controlling to not f*****g trash him. If last time I beat the s**t out of him and I could f*****g control in not f*****g killing him, this time I won’t because it’s about MY BABY! And I also want to hear my bad baby’s convo with that other fucker….
She’s smoking
