Marco p.v.o
“I'm going up to freshen up, I reek of that b***h's blood. Be gone with your women before I come down.” I teased my dad and uncle, knowing fully that they can't do s**t when it comes to those women.
They are practically whipped, and so am I. Complete head over heel for my woman, I think loving our women fiercely runs in the family.
“Try telling them yourself.” Uncle hissed at me, I laughed at the expression on their faces.
Making my way up the stairs, I stopped when a maid was scurrying away, scared of my presence, obviously. She was petite, and looked fragile and naive. Maybe one of the older maid's daughter, recently introduced to the work.
“You.” I called out to her, freezing her into a statue. I saw her trembling, obviously thinking she had done something wrong.
