D'Angelos pov -
I was fucking furious. The image of that mother fucker touching my girl makes me want to go to hell just to kill him over and over again.
The lady that still picks on my heart is the fact that she stayed quiet. My sister knew he was a fucking jerk and she didn't care to inform me when we were together. My girl wasn't comfortable enough to tell me she was getting abused.
My hands tighten around her body as my muscles flexed from tension and stress. I wasn't there for her. She needed me to protect her and I fucking failed. The fuck am I supposed to do now? She started to lift up her dress. I put the white dress with now blood stains in the garbage. Isadora has already wrapped her bruises and slashes but the white cotton wrap was already looking bloody.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Anger filled into my lungs and the more I try to suppress it from her the more it fails. "B-Because he put a bomb in my left thigh— if I did anything he would activate it.."
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Xalianas pov -
His eyes immediately darkened, the softness that was once drowning into my eyes was gone. "There's a bomb in you?" His eyes never left me and I sighed. "Unfortunately." I've gotten so used to the bomb that it barely feels like a threat.
"I'm going to deal with you after I get this out of your body." His hand lightly pressed on my left thigh. His eyes said it all to me, I'm going to get a good spanking after this. Okay that was a bit much, maybe he won't do anything more than kissing.
"Like a punishment?" I didn't mean to sound mischievous but it came out that way. "There's a fucking bomb in your thigh right now." Right, we're serious.
"When did this happen?" His tone was getting serious by the moment as his hand lightly tapped my left thigh as if he's trying to locate the exact spot. He groaned and gets his phone. He was speaking Spanish over the phone and in just moments Dora came upstairs with Blake and a two women who were dressed up weirdly.
"How?? When??" Dora held my other hand as I stared at them blankly. Does it really matter? "I'm ok—" I began but was cut short. "Well we're not okay." She cut me off knowing what I was going to say.
"When did he put this in you!" She had sweat starting to form from nervousness. "Our wedding night." That came out too causally. "So you had this for— how long—? You didn't care to tell me? I'm your best friend! You—" i can tell she looks like she will blow.
"Dora let's do this later." Angel said roughly and the Blake was guided out as Angel slowly spread my thighs. I felt heat spread through my body and I tried to close my thighs. Dora held my hand the entire time.
"They will help get it out." Angel said so softly I stop resisting and stayed still. One of the women with a red body suit came to me with a sharp needle. I grasped on angels arm in protection. "You're going to be okay." He whispered and pecked my lips.
"Before I use this numbing shot, do you have any other type of medical condition? Cancer, diabetes, Hepatitis, HIV/AIDS, Norovirus." My heart was beating normally. "No." They both nodded and the other lady approached and had a type of medical knife.
"And the last one is, are you pregnant?"
My heart was fine until that. I felt my heart dropping. Should I lie? My life is at stake here. "No shes—" Angel was going to speak for me as he saw my scared expression.
"I'm pregnant."
"Oh shit." I hear Blake say from outside and I looked around the room. Dora had her jaw breaking open and angel eyes were furrowed. Is he mad? Did I break a nerve? Oh Allah.
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Strawberry & Cigarettes
ChickLit🍓 x 🚬 Xaliana Ali XALIANA is a married women. She's from Afghanistan. She was forced to marry AYAAN because she was caught having a relationship with a village boy. They have been married for 4 years, she was 17 then, now she's 20. She's very...