Destined Our Unexpected Love (18+/BWWM) ( Final Chapters Coming Soon)Completed ✅

Chapter.39 FRIENDS OR ENEMIES(PT.1)

           ⚠️ Michael aka MT 🥵❤⬆️⚠️
   ⚠️ WARNING VERY VIOLENCE ⚠️

'Goddamn it, GODdamn it, GODDAMN IT!!!!!' Michael shouted inside his head over and over again.

He was flying down the street, swerving in and out of different lanes like a bat out of hell. He knew he had driven straight through a few red lights, but truthfully, this whole drive would be nothing more than a blur. Damn adrenaline and anger were coursing through every inch of his body. He could feel it in his scalp, his fingers, his toes...everywhere.

"Aaaahhh!! Motherfuucckkerr!! Michael screamed out loud while he shook the steering wheel.

He tried to burn out of his mind the mental image of his baby screaming and crying while that asshole held her down and tried to force her to...

Fuck, he couldn't think about it. He was going to lose it. For real.

And this was it. He realized then; he was going to prison for murder. No. Fucking torture then murder. Because when he found him, he was going to stomp that motherfucker within an inch of his life and when death was creeping upon Chase, he'd empty an entire clip into his fucking skull. No. He'd empty half into his groin and the other half into his skull.

If his lips and teeth weren't pressed so tightly together, he would have chuckled to himself. His uncle Heath always told him he would go to prison. "You worthless little son of a bitch. You'll just end up in prison one day, anyway, being someone's bitch!" he would say as he smacked Michael around.

And he was right. At least about him ending up in prison. There was no way this was unavoidable. He was going to kill Chase, and then call the police. Much like he had done when he thought he'd killed his uncle Heath years ago with a baseball bat.

His mind raced back to the task at hand. What was Chase's fucking address? 246? Or 426 London Bay Ave? Didn't matter, he'd beat down both doors if he had to.

He pulled up to the 246 and saw Chase's car. He took a deep breath and got out. He walked quietly up the stairs to his door. He was about to kick that shit in, when Chase opened the door.

Chase had been scrambling around his apartment grabbing his wallet and keys. He had just hung up with Dashawn and he couldn't fucking believe it. Michael was going to try to kill him? Fuck!

Just as soon as he had grabbed everything, he flung open the door and came face to face with him! The expression on Michael's face was murderous.

Michael was startled for about two seconds, but then his mind snapped back, and he tucked the gun behind his back and into his pants, then swung his fist full force into Chase's face.

Chase went flying backwards and landed on his glass coffee table which shattered under his weight. He didn't have a fucking second to recover before Michael was on him again.

"Wait, wait MT! I can expl--," was all Chase managed to huff out, before Michael swung at his face again, smashing it.

Chase felt his damn nose break with that punch. The stinging ache went coursing through his nose, up to his eyes, which caused them to immediately start watering.

Michael picked him up by the shirt and slammed him into the closest wall and quickly punched him twice in the stomach. When Chase bent over, Michael's knee came up with full force and struck his face. He felt himself fly backwards and hit the fucking wall again. He couldn't tell which way was up. He couldn't tell if it was tears or blood stinging his eyes at this point.