Chapter 39: My Wife - Our Daughter!

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(Mature Language 18 +; 

I DO NOT SUPPORT VIOLENCE. I WROTE IT JUST BECAUSE THE STORY LINE DEMANDS IT!)

** 1 1/2 MONTHS BACK **

"I can't believe it. I just can't believe how you tortured my Cici." Cynthia said in a tone laced with pure venom for this man while he sat there with blood dripping out of his tied up mouth and nose. Alexander had already bestowed him with tons of cuts and bruises and now it was Cynthia's turn.

"I want to kill you right now. You bloody rascal. I want to put all these bullets inside your head but no. I won't do that; at least for some time." She said pulling out her gun and pressing it to his temples. Her body was shaking in anger and pain.

Raising her slender index finger she said in a pain stricken yet stern tone "I want my Cici to watch you suffer. I want her to watch you die. No, she will be the one who will be killing you."

She had personally seen what kind of an animal he is once in the past but she never really thought that he would come back to create havoc in her baby's life.

"Because of you; Just because of you... My entire world crashed once in the past and now, even after all these years of our suffering, you have the audacity to play with 'my' baby's life?" She yelled and hit his head with the butt of the gun harshly.

As blood started dripping from his head she continued in the same venomous tone, "Get this etched in your dirty useless mind... You are already half dead. And now, every single breathe you take from now onwards will be a torture for you. We all will make sure that you regret for troubling 'my' daughter. My Cici will be the first one to put a bullet between your eyes and then we all will stuff your filthy body with knives and bullets. You b******!"

"Cynthia..." Alexander tried to stop her and calm her for some time but one look from her and he stopped in his tracks.

"How do you expect me to stop after what he has done to our Cici, Alexander?" Her voice laced of pain, hurt, anger and revenge.

He had never seen her like this. All he knew was a sweet kind hearted motor mouth and now this lady was making plans about killing someone.

And why not? Someone troubled her baby and being a mother how could one expect her to turn a blind eye?!

He stood silently giving her the much needed moral support and let her vent it all out. Because he knew she wasn't wrong and let what may happen, he will always support her.

"Now, you will pay for the pain she went through." She said pulling out the knife from her belt and plunged it deep right into his shoulder.

While Jonathan yelped in pain for the zillionth time that day, she closed her eyes trying not to think about the pain and torture her little Cici must have gone through every single moment she was kept here as a prisoner.

But no matter how much ever she tried not to think about it, she failed. She failed, failed and failed; every single time.

As tears slipped out of her closed eyes she whispered in a pain stricken tone, "How could you?"

"How could you?" She whispered running her fingers through her hair and looking at the disgusting man who ready to die any moment.

As anger surged through her body, she punched his right on his face several times yelling, "How could you rape my daughter? How could you do that?"

"How could you rape my Cici?!"

Every single person gasped in surprise including Cynthia when they heard a painful whisper, "CHE COSA...?" (WHAT...?)

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