Brandon's POV
There's nothing more satisfying than the sound of bones cracking, bloodshed, and the satisfaction of punching the vile man in front of me continuously. His face is unrecognizable at this point. Hearing his hair-raising screams brought me such pure bliss. Call me sadistic but he messed with my queen. He will pay redemption for every tear Rachel shed that day.
He had it coming the moment he harbored such appalling intentions toward her. When I noticed the look in his lustful eyes, I saw red. He was touching her inappropriately. I saw how shaken up she looked. That man dared to do that to my queen. My heart clenched when she revealed her past trauma with sexual assault. Her ex-boyfriend forcibly stole her innocence at the tender age of 15. I felt nothing but unsurmountable rage towards her ex-boyfriend. I want nothing more than to kill him. I get the inkling that what she shared with me is just the tip of the iceberg. He hurt her immensely. He broke her. I could see it all when she broke down miserably in my arms. I have to wait for her to reveal everything to me. She'll open up to me when she's ready.
Rachel is coming over soon for her self-defense training. I should clean myself up before she arrives. The last thing I wanna do is scare her away when she just started opening up to me. As I prepared myself for Rachel's arrival, the weight of her trauma lingered in the air. Her past, marred by an unspeakable violation, fueled my determination. No one had the right to inflict such pain, especially on someone as resilient as Rachel.
The doorbell rang, and I forced my focus to shift from the seething anger within me to the woman about to step into my home. I couldn't let her see the remnants of the confrontation, the beast that had momentarily consumed me.
Opening the door, I greeted her with a tight smile, masking the tempest within me. Her eyes, though wary, held a glimmer of gratitude. Perhaps she recognized the silent vow I made to protect her. With every ounce of self-control, I pushed aside the violent tableau from earlier, making room for the self-defense training that lay ahead.
I became her guide, teaching her the craft of self-defense, not just physically but mentally too Martial arts is cathartic. Between the training drills, Rachel gradually opened up about her fears, and her determination to shield not only herself but also her precious daughter from the shadows of the past. The vulnerability in her eyes fueled my commitment to be her protector, mentor, and confidant. I would do anything for this woman. She has me whipped.
This evening marked a pivotal moment in our connection. As Rachel left I couldn't help but ponder that our paths had intertwined for a reason. I'm not gonna rest until I've gotten her the justice she deserves. Her strength, resilience, and the scars she carried were now shared burdens. We would navigate through this storm hand-in-hand
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Mafia's Badgirl
RomanceBrandon is the leader of the French Mafia and a university freshman. He's feared by most but he's not as intimidating as people make him out to be. He can be a gentle giant when he wants to be. Rachel is a young single mother, to a beautiful 9-month...
