Samuel
He f*****g touched my wife.
Blood rushed to my brain, as my hands fisted, my body shaking from anger as I made my way up to where the fucker was. I couldn't decide whom I was angrier at, my dark moon, because she came all the way to the harbor to meet the fucker, or it was because I saw an imprint of a motherfucker's dirty fingers on her milky skin. I decided it was because the fucker touched her, marked her neck and right upper forearm, and dared to lay his dirty finger on her.
Despite my anger towards my woman for going all alone to meet with the fox willingly, I was so proud of her that she had saved Maria and had come out alive, dodging her claws. But I still couldn't place why she would not tell me about the messages she had got, about the information she had got about Ma
