THE VOW OF PROTECTION

CHAPTER 7

Vince slowly started to unbutton his shirt his forearm veins were popping out, and he kept lying on the bed with his unbuttoned shirt the bright  light of chandeliers was caressing his pale hard skin

"Hmm he thinks I'm fish that he can control," he spoke mockingly "damn man I am the shark who even demons fear of"

Vince spoke his lips curled up in a smirk, laughing sarcastically,  he ran his hand again on his hair ruffling them he sighed softly and inhaled deeply his voice was unexpectedly soft

"Freya... who is she? Is she not the real blood of that fucking Dimwit"

Vince thought to himself his hands were massaging his chest subconsciously; his eyes were scanning the room. It was well-organized with saffron-coloured walls, and he was absorbed in the beauty of the mansion.
Even in this 21st century, this mansion is decorated like a palace

"Damn, Jefferson Anderson... living comfortably, after whipping a thousand smiles"

Vince said gritting his teeth; his face was hard his forehead and nose were scrunched, his hand that was rubbing his chest till yet was now digging into his skin,

He looked ahead, watching the roof aimlessly; slowly, the exhaustion made his eyelids heavy. His eyes were dropping, and he exhaled a deep breath. His face was twitching, and his eyes were narrowed and sharp.

He held the bed sheet tightly till his knuckles were white and his nails were pink, his lower eyelids were slightly swollen up his neck  muscles were flexing out.. he bit his lower lip 

"Don't worry my dear son. He is nothing more than a scumbag"  

The voice echoed again in his ear, he shut his eyes tight, and tears threatened to fall from his eyes, he sighed heavily

"I will make his life a living hell," Vince said in a pent-up voice, he sat up and leaned against the backrest of the bed, his thoughts again about Freya. He couldn't  help but wonder

"I can't differentiate if she is his real daughter or not.  What's her age? She does look  so young"

Vince got trapped in his thoughts. He could not help but think this thought was running wild; he couldn't shake the image of how her clothes were falling off her body and how her honey skin looked when her slender arms moved around it as she wore her clothes.

Her face flashed in his eyes, the innocence in her eyes, her soft, plump, hearty lips, her brown hair with baby hairs falling on her forehead... the way she spat to her room, how her slender arms were clutching her lower abdomen, her small body.

He strangely feels drawn to her, he can feel his  pants getting tight slightly, and he can feel his fingers subconsciously massaging his abs and Groin area, he growled lightly

"Fuck"  he massages his nape restlessly  his cheeks were flushed as that thought of having her on his lap crossed his brain, but suddenly his thoughts break when the image of her bruised body flashed  in his eyes he mentally scolds himself

'Damn, Vince hold yourself she a  kid" he said as he ran his both hands-on her hair clutching them tightly "shag what I m even thinking I m here for that asshole"

He took a deep breath. He couldn't help but feel agitated by his thoughts. He was clutching his hair. "I can't feel such things; what the hell are you doing, Vince?" he grumbled under his breath.