Frederik’s POV:
The moment he gets out and shuts the door behind him, and I see his fucker’s smirk and drunk stare at me for my baby, my right punch sends him on the floor.
“Fuck, cousin….”
I’m bull staring and breathing at him. Yeah, I’ve fucked him good as he’s having blood.
“Next time have fucking limits. THAT’S MY WIFE!”
“Shit…. I’m sorry…. He watched the cameras….” He’s standing up. “Well, it’s kind of hard with one like her, cousin…. I’m sorry…. Man….”
I’ve just slapped him.
“ALRIGHT! I’M SORRY! Fuck….”
I’m controlling to not fucking trash him. If last time I beat the shit out of him and I could fucking control in not fucking killing him, this time I won’t because it’s about MY BABY! And I also want to hear my bad baby’s convo with that other fucker….
She’s smoking another cigarette, talking to him.
“I’ll watch all of them. I didn’t have time yet. I was supposed to do it in the jet.”