❤️Chapter 6❤️

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Hinata Pov:

"Your coming with me, Ms Hinata Huyga." Toneri sighs.

He's not even bothering to sound menacing.

I take a small pathetic little bit of comfort from that.

"Why do you want me?" I ask trying to sound brave and in control.

"Why Hinata, you are a beautiful lovely woman. I've loved you from afar for a long time now. And not only that, your son, he's the star of hope for this world." His eyes turn hard and Boruto screams.

"Your coming with me now." He figures the nanite gun next to my ear. The bullet makes contact with my wall and the nanos starts eating into the plaster.

"That was a warning dear. Let's go."

Boruto screams long and loud. Toneri clamps his hands over this ears to block the ridiculously loud decibels.

So much like his father.

Oh my god! I need to stop thinking of that cursed man. Especially at a time like this.

Suddenly a spoon in the sink smacks Toneri in he face. It confuses the living daylights out of the man, who now has a giant red mark in the middle of is forehead, rubbing the sore spot viciously.

I shuffle to the closet keeping a close eye on him.

One step. Two step.

"Not so fast." He lifts his hand up and my body floats in the air.

"I can't have you leaving so fast pretty Huyga." He draws me in until we're pressed chest to chest. I leverage Boruto onto my hip to limit Toneri's disgusting existence contact.

"Maaa!" He sobs.

"I. Said. Quiet!" Toneri shouts. Boruto is yanked from my grasp and held outwards near the windows.

"LET HIM GO!" I scream and kick him so hard in the you know what that he'll NEVER reproduce his disgusting DNA.

Toneri let's his telekenisis drop from the impact and crumples to the floor holding his you know what as Boruto falls.

My little man claps cheerfully as I lunge to grab him just in time to stop his head from splitting on the coffee table.

He giggles and the storage door opens.

Perfect.

Quickly I adjust him to one hip and grab the baseball bat that languidly fal out and straight into my hands.

I was on a team for four years in high school. I was told I had a great swing.

High school, don't fail me now.

The weight is awkward in my hand but I flex my wrist and get a feel for the motion before swinging down on my intruder's head.

His hand flies up and grabs the bat with a practiced ease. Bitch.

There's one problem he didn't account for; I'm a mother. Adjusting to problems has been my thing since I got the results of my pregnancy.

I let go of the bat handle and swing my foot up kicking him on the nose and sending him backwards.

I suppose that's one thing I can be thankful to my dad for.

All the training he put me through has prepared me for this in a way.

Toneri lays stunned against the wall for a second and Boruto giggles and claps.

That's my good sadistic little cutie.

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