IMAGINE:
(It's his pov)
"Which hand?" I asked him.
"Man, look, I--I am sorry... I didn't know she was your girl... I... swear..."
"Tsh, bad, real bad. You messed up really bad." I said as a dark smile spread across my lips. My vision bluring with darkness, anger and blood consuming me. "Wrong girl, David. No one fucks with my girl."
I dropped the whole can of petrol in his shop and flickered my lighter, putting a cigarette in my mouth.
"See, let me apologize... I promise... I won't touch..."
"Too late." I said and the lighter immediately ignited to the fire. A faint sound of his screams and begging lingered in the back of my head. But I was consumed by the smoke, the relief, the darkness... of my woman.
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🥀 Little...Darkest Moments 🥀
RomanceHello readers! Beautiful stories, little moments between beautiful couples. I think of myself as the main character of the story. The things I create in my mind and scenarios that run in my soul I pour it down on paper. So, thank you for entering...
