Chapter 5

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MACTAVISH'S POV

As I'm introducing Afia to this business man

I heard him say

"where did you fetch this adorable little slut?"

My blood boiled and i felt my anger rising up

How could anyone say that to my afia? To my innocent precious little girl.

I felt veins popping out of my neck, hands and temple

I felt angry, no. In fact i felt furious. I felt like i wanna murder this man.

I started feeling Protective to this girl. She's not just any girl, instead she's my girl.

As I felt Afia's touch on my arms i felt calmed.

She's the only person that can make me calm down.

I looked at the man angrily and sternly

"if you talk like that to my girl ever again, you'll be throwned into a river inside a box."

I looked at afia and immediately calms down

Ugh- how am i supposed to stay mad if this precious girl is staring at me with her big doe eyes and those plump lips? It makes me wanna kiss her but, i held myself back. I won't kiss her without her permission obviously. I know I'm a jerk but I'm not some kind of man that doesn't have control

Minutes later

As I'm talking to another business man, i slowly realized that me and my Afia got separated

I excused myself from the man i was talking to

I quickly walked to find afia well, my afia.

As i was walking group of girl suddenly swarmed me

I saw my ex, Mary Celestine Kae Arabiana

"Ugh- what are you doing here?"

I said with an unimpressed tone

She placed her hand on my chest

"can't i see my handsome ex? Oh, i remembered you have a new slut, hm?"

She said with a flirty tone

I pushed her away

"i hate being touched."

" You don't talk about my wife like that."

"now where's my wife?!"

I yelled at her

"i just had a bit of fun"

I slapped her hard on the face

I saw tears streaming down her face

"i couldn't care less."

I pushed them aside and continues looking for my wife

I sighed and goes to the women's bathroom hoping that she'll be there

I opened the door and saw her sitting on the floor crying

Who hurted my baby girl?

I immediately picked her up cradling her in my arms

I felt her hugged me back

I tightened my hug

I rubbed her shoulders and back while i kissing her forehead

I tried to comfort her

As she hugs me

I thinked,

For once in my 27 years of living i felt safe.

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