#Rule Four
Never hesitate to beat someone up even in public.
Meanies have no regards for anyone
WARNING ⚠️⚠️
LILY LIVERED PEEPS OUT THERE SHOULD PROCEED TO CHAPTER FIVE.
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DON'T CLAIM TO BE STRONG.
I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL NIGHT MARES FROM THIS STORY. I REPEAT, I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ALL NIGHT MARES FROM THIS STORY.
I MYSELF AM PROCEEDING TO THE NEXT CHAPTER. 😂😂😂
Damien grunted and fell on me. I held him and looked at the all triumphant faced Andy , surrounded by his entourage. Anger bubbled in my insides and turned my head to mush. I carefully lowered Damien on the bar stool seat and stood up straighter.
"Are you ok?" I asked him
"Barely" he said.
I faced Andy
" What do you want from me?" I said
" Nothing much, bae, just a dance." He said
" And you think I am gonna dance with you?" I snarled
" I'm done with you, my focus is on this idiot here" Andy said and turned to his entourage " finish him, Noah"
Noah Michael , his second in command dealt him with blows. His glasses flew off his face and broke. Blood began to seep from his nose
Nooo. I can't believe they hit him because of me. I'm not gonna let this angel go unavenged. He just joined us mere men for a party and this is how they welcome him?? Aw c'mon, how many angels have come to Earth to party with us?. Shit I'm so gonna...... my crazy mind ranted and my fist struck him on his belly. I gave him an uppercut and stuck my fist in his guts.
He got really mad and punched my jaw. My head seemed to have riccrocheted and all my teeth rattled.
"Listen up, I don't punch girls like you. Normally I'm supposed to, I've punched faces prettier than yours. But you are an exception." Andy hissed.
" A man who hits a lady is a coward" I snarled in between clenched teeth
" Hey, and you, I don't wanna see you near Krishen, do you hear me?" Andy said
Damien just stared past him
" I SAID DO YOU HEAR ME?" Andy roared , shoving Damien down and punching his already bleeding nose.
"Krishen is mine and I don't like sharing my prized possessions. So fuck off, would ya?" He added, grappling his shirt.
" Leave him alone" I yelled and charged towards him but his entourage held me .
I struggled to get free as Andy beat Damien up
Weakling. Can't he do something? I wondered. Ohhhh. Angels don't fight, I forgot.
I gotta save Damien but how??
Im even in bondage. How do I free myself first.
Bingo!
The stupid pumps I wore wasn't actually stupid. That could help me
Guess I underrated the heels.
Loving these pumps.....
NB>>
Items I label stupid are items I can't use to fight...or they can't serve as weapons.
I used the heel of my pumps to strike Abel Norton on his ankle. He yowled and let me go, holding his bleeding, probably fractured ankle. I pushed Gabriel Barnes and down he fell.
I took off my pumps and struck the on coming Chris Chevron and used the other to scratch Michael Murdane across his face . Blood splashed on my dress.
I threw the shoes on Isaac Smith and he collapsed. No time to check if he was dead or not.
I hit Andy savagely on his back and he fell coughing. I held his neck and said"don't ever touch Damien again,do you hear me?"
A female voice screamed " please don't hurt my Andrew...please...let him go. Please....I can't loose him.. please"
I turned back to see Vanessa Daniels, crying. She looked hot as always, the bitch always gossiping about me and calling me a boyfriend snatcher. I took pleasure in ruining get make up with her tears.
"Have your dog" I hissed and kicked him on his ass before dropping him.
Damien smiled
"Let's go out. My treat?" He said
I slid on my pumps "uh..sure.. but let's get you cleaned up first"
Author's note
Guess it wasn't so creepy after all huh? Too bad that 76% missed this part of Krishen kicking his butt
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Yours truly,
Angela.
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