Asian Mafia King and the Black Beauty

Chapter 82

Don't settle for average.
Bring your best to the moment.
Then, weather it fails or succeeds .
At least you know you gave all you had.
We need to live the best that is in us.

- Angela Bassett

Him-Chan (Kane) Pov

"Are you ok", I asked her. She just got attacked by my fucking maid, I should have known she was a fucking psycho. How could I let one of my workers get so close to killing my wife. She's breaking down, fucking trembling in my arms, all because I trusted a fucking traitor. Did she really think that by killing Imani, I would fall for her. What a fucking joke.

I carefully got up and lifted Imani, wrapping her legs around my waist and walking back to our room. I placed her on the bed and called some of my men to come and take the body downstairs, out of my fucking house. Imani just can't get a fucking break, there always has to be some bitch that has to ruin her peace, it annoys the shit out of me, and from now on, no matter who it is, I won't ask questions before blowing their fucking skull out.

"Baby, did you get hurt", I gently touched her chin and directed it towards me, making her flinch.

"I'm sorry, does it hurt?" she remained there in silence.

" Baby please talk to me", I said as I wiped the tears off of her face.

"I'm ok, just a few cuts f.. from when she slapped me and pulled me to the ground", she weakly responded. Fucking hell, her right cheek had cuts across it, and her chin was slightly bruised. She must have taken a hard hit when she fell.

"Fuck!" I hissed, we're getting married in a few days for crying out loud. I don't want my wife walking down the aisle looking like a fucking clown decorated with bruises and scars. Don't get me wrong I'd love her either way, but that doesn't mean I wanna see her get hurt.

"It's ok. I'm just a bit tired and stressed".

"I don't want you suffering, I'd rather have guys beat me up for you, than watch you fight bitches that don't stand a chance against you", my statement made her smile, I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Don't worry I'll-" and I cut her off.

"Nope, when it gets to you're safety, I'll always worry. Now lets take care of those scratches, I'm not allowing scares on our wedding photos". She laughed and I went to the bathroom to get the first aid and attended her wounds.

Few minutes later
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"I'm driving", now we are in the garage, we just finished putting our bags in the car before heading to the airport. And of course, Imani had fight me for the drivers seat. This is a battle I'm not willing to loose.

"No, you're injured and I don't want you to drive, so I'm driving".

"I have a few cuts on my cheek not my feet, so I can clearly drive".

"Imani, you don't even drive this car, you're always driving the Range Rover", I think we can all agree that I'm right, she never drives any other SUV besides the Rover.

"That's true but I have never driven the G- wagon, so I think it's only fair if I give it a try. The car is clearly calling my name", I couldn't help but smile at what she said. I'm trying to hold my laugh.

"Nope, you had your chance months ago and you refused, instead you insisted on driving the Rover".

"Fine you win, but mark my words, every time you're with me from tomorrow onwards, you will not be allowed to drive".

"Right. Now get in before we're late", she's joking don't worry.