"I do not want to fall in love, but here am I desperately hopelessly drowning in love"
He sounds little unsure and stops for a moment his words has slurs that shows he is drunk and tipsy the smell of whiskey mixed with his cologne spice, luxury ,mu...
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14 days 12 hours 6 minutes, since I have slid the ring onto her pretty finger. And I am killing a human, I should be fucking enjoying my moment with my wife but here this unnecessary fucked up bastard caught finally.
Swinging the bat straight on his head , His body jerks with the force of my attack, He is screaming, both hands jerks to reach the affected place but unfortunately His hands are tied. I release the binds on his hands and clutch the spot where the blood oozes spilling on the ground. It's an abandoned building where the place is surrounded by tall grass which mass and mushy with the sudden rain . He stands and glares at me with an accusing gaze.
Fight!
He clutches my shirt in a tight grip pulling me towards him. I twist his hands, who in return drop to the ground . Audacity to follow my sweetheart. Not only following him taking pictures of her and morphing them into nudes posting those on websites. Blood on my white shirt upsets me more than anything. Annoyance coursing in my veins that nearly wants to throttle this bastard.
"I hate loud noises so shut up" I press my shoes on his mouth muffling his sounds but he has other ideas struggling under my shoes.
"You sick psycho" is muffled but it's clear to understand his rubbish talk. A chuckle is the response to his retort.
"You still haven't seen my psycho side yet" I spit it out crushing his palm under my boots he grunts and cries nearly tearing my ear drums. Christian walks to me with his iPad in his hand and stops just a few feet away from me.
"Sir, Your friend has called you" He shows my phone that flashes the contact of the friend.
I take the phone from his hold while swirling the baseball bat in another hand. I whistle to Christian signaling to the guy who shrieks like a rotten pig.
"Hmm?" I hum to person on the other side
"Just Hmm?" The voice speaks enthusiasm . This voice and tone deep than usual.
"Who am I speaking with ? Ryan or TheRyan"
" Ryan, who else ?" This fucker, I sigh out loud this needs a lot more time.
" What do you want Ryan ? What did I owe you for your pleasant call" I grit out.
"Nothing just a favor" He huskily slurs.
"And what is that ?" I question
"I have sent you the text and details of a person I want you ship him to me" his response ticks me off again.
He must be fucking kidding me !
"I can't" I deny him
"You owe me favor" his voice irritated
"I don't, I do owe favor to Ryan not you"
"I WANT THAT GUY AKIL KINGSTON" He shouts angry response. I can clearly figure out that he is slammed down a table down or object which echoes through the call, I end the call .
