[Story status- Completed]
"You have always been the joker of this gamble of lives my dear, and now is the time to use our Ace."
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To the world, she is an angel fallen from hell, but for him, she is a doll made of glass, and he is scared that...
Ridin' around with homies like we run the city done it! Lookin' fresh and feelin' like a milli money! Move in silence, you can never hear me comin'! If you got a problem when you see me Run it! -Rick Ross
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THIRD PERSON
[Run It by DJ Snake playing]
What was that? A bottle?
"Bitch better watch your back!"
She grabbed the neck of the bottle and smashed it over the man's head. Glass pieces mixed with his blood as he fell to the floor. She jumped off his body, realizing that this kind of chaos used to be her favorite, but not when she was a two-month pregnant lady.
"Whose idea was that, huh?" screamed Athalia, defending herself from the punches coming her way.
Soon, her back hit the wall, a knife pressed against her throat. "A knife? Are you threatening me?" she twisted the boy's wrist, causing him to groan in pain. What the heck is happening here? Her mind was still processing it all.
"Not on the stomach, not on the..." she flinched, repeating these words, realizing someone was about to hit her there. "I told you to stay back at the penthouse," and for the very first time, his voice sounded like a prince in shining armor.
And she needed him to protect her because she was not in a condition to do it any longer. "And what was I supposed to do there?" she replied, taking shelter behind his back while he grabbed the person in front of them by the neck.
Cade's wrist was already covered in blood, his T-shirt slightly wet from sweat, and his jaw clenched together as he punched the assailant with each word, "Eat! Sleep! And fucking rest!"
"It's not the time for your lovey-dovey quarrels!" Maya shouted, struggling but secretly enjoying herself. "And I'm not following your strategies again," Cade retorted, swiftly taking out the person in his grip.
"I don't even know why we're fighting?" Asher remarked from atop the bar table. "You guys are crazy!" Naomi barked, throwing a chair.
"Athalia, back off-" Athalia felt a hand on her shoulder, but before she could react, Cade didn't hesitate to twist that hand too. Despite his heavy breath and tired eyes, he made sure no harm came to Athalia.
"You freaking stay behind me and don't get lost," he growled at Athalia, gripping the guy's collar and kicking him down hard. "Daddy's right, Mumma. No need to get involved," Nathan said, helping Naomi to her feet.
"Athal-" someone yelled, and she immediately bent down as Cade picked up a plate and bashed it on someone's head. "Athalia, under the table!" he ordered before breaking some bones.
"Don't make me say it again," he growled, and she complied, hiding herself beneath the table and hugging her knees. The flower vase fell to the floor, and she covered her ears. Athalia peeked through the long tablecloth, only to meet Cade's blue gaze. "Under the table!" he shouted again before two masked men grabbed his shoulders.
