WOLFGANG II

CHAPTER 5

CHAPTER 5

It wasn't fair! It wasn't fucking fair!

Priscilla was livid. How was this okay? Xander was happily married and refused to allow her to move on. She couldn't do this again and again. She was dying a million times over every minute of the day watching how he was with his wife.

His wife!

He was fucking married already. This was not okay.

Priscilla grabbed the glass bottle of beer that sat on the table and hurled it at Xander's head. He was lucky to dodge it and stop it from hitting Marta.

"Priscilla." Andreas spoke now. She shook her head.

"Fuck off. All of you." She grabbed another bottle and pegged it at Karl. He easily dodged it.

"Settle the fuck down." Karl snapped.

This time she grabbed a glass bottle and smashed it on the table. She was going to attack. Fuck that. Xander stood up and walked over to her now.

"Take one more step and I'll cut you." She promised him. She didn't like the way he looked now. He didn't seem to care. "I mean it Xander. I'll fucking cut you."

"Yeah?" He stood right in front of her now. "Go. Go on, I won't even fight." He said pressing the class to his neck. He heard Marta gasp in the background. "Go... Cut me." He said waiting to see what she was going to.

Not giving her a chance to work anything out, Xander hit her. Hard. He used the back of his hand and struck her with so much force. She hit the decking hard.

"Okay, what the fuck!" Andreas literally shoved him away from Priscilla.

"Fuck right off Andreas." Xander warned him. "I'll kill her. Do you hear me?"

Now both Andreas and Karl knew when to back down... As did Priscilla. Now was the time.

"Sit down..." Andreas spoke again. "Have a drink."

"Back it up bro." Andreas drew in a deep breath before he took a step back. No interference now. Priscilla was going to die... She felt it in her heart. Xander let his beast out... She never thought in a million years he would do it in front of his wife.

Xander nudged Priscilla with his foot. "Up."

Her temple was bulging where she hit the floor. Her face was killing her where he had struck her. Priscilla was dizzy. She did her best to sit up... Karl helped her sit on the sofa.

"Move." Xander spoke to Karl now. Yep, Priscilla was in some serious trouble. What was it? Was he pissed at how she attacked?

She wanted to die when Xander squatted down in front of her. Priscilla felt her tears rolling down her face. She couldn't stop them. "What happened Cil?" He asked wiping her tears. He was toying with her. She knew this... She knew how dangerous Xander was when he reached this point.

"I'm sorry..." She whispered.

"You're sorry? Sweet..." He said rubbing his nose onto hers. "For what? For what are you sorry?"

"For attacking you." She whispered. Please let this end already.

"For attacking me?" He scoffed. "No need to be sorry about that." What?

She looked at him confused. He was confusing her. "I..." She didn't know.

"Think baby. I know you're smart. Think. Why are you sorry?"