"The doctor told us the gender of our babies, it's a boy and a girl, and then I helped my wife get up before I felt a pain in my neck," he said mindfully before clenching his jaw and staring at Ronnie feverishly. "That b*tch! She drugged me and took my wife!"
"Why should she take your wife?" Ronnie inquired, perplexed. His wife drew him in like a magnet. They all seemed to be trying to get her, whether she was a woman or a man.
"I don't know or maybe one of the Christian brothers since I got a call from Leo saying that some men from the Christian mafia group going to plan a vengeance on me, since I killed their leader," he hissed as Ronnie thought that made more sense.
"I would suggest watching the video to see how she was taken out of the hospital," Ronnie muttered calmly, thinking for both of them as he was blinded by rage and ready to kill anyone who got on his nerves right now.
"Let's go," he said as he rushed out of the room, calling Leo on the way!
"All right!" Ronnie exclaimed, hoping he wouldn't be killed today. After his wife was kidnapped, he became a dangerous animal.
"Well, if someone kidnaps Samantha, I'll do the same," Ronnie thought to himself.
~
While Ronnie and Samantha were talking about their baby, one of Christian's brothers walked out of the doctor's room with a body bag in a wheelchair.
"F*ck, I didn't even notice them," Ronnie exclaimed angrily as Mike punched the wall again and decided to pick up his phone, and he knew who he was calling.
"You registered your death certificate to hell, Christiano! Do you hear me? You are a dying man!" he shrieked into the phone.
"If you dare to get close to my wife, I'll cut it into thin strips, grill it, and feed it to my dog, rascal!!" And now, after his provocations, Ronnie was so sure that their enemy was even more afraid for his life.
~
Denise awoke with a migraine. "Ahh," she groaned, opening her eyes. Her eyesight was hazy. It took her a while to get a clear vision and comprehend the face grinning down at her.
"Ahh," she shrieked, wanting to slither away from him, but before she could, one of his hands moved over her mouth and the other wrapped his arm around her waist, trying to prevent her from moving.
"Sshh, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you," he said creepily to her before taking his hand away from her mouth and stroking her face. "You are captivating," the man exclaimed. Denise was made uncomfortable by the way he looked at her. Even if he only tried to touch her face, she shivered and felt dirty.
"W-What do you want from me?" she asked bravely, but she couldn't help but tremble with fear; she could even hear her heart was pounding.
"I want you," he said, and she looked at him, terrified.
"W-what?" she asked, her voice shattered slightly, as she couldn't believe what she was hearing. She hoped she had misheard.
"I want you," he said again, and the way he looked at her made her cringe.
"For what?" she asked in hushed tones. He laughed as if she'd told a hilarious joke, then scratched his chin and looked at her.
"I want to f*ck you," he said, and Denise's eyes widened as if she wished she could die right then and there.
Denise then gave him a disgusted look. This man was approximately 26 years old. Denise can't deny that he was handsome but she loves Mike more than that man looks.
"You are disgusting! Don't you have any shame? Don't you have a conscience? I already had a husband and I'm already pregnant. How could you do this to me!" she cried, hoping that her words would trigger something in him, making him feel guilty and let her go.
"Well, nothing is impossible since I can steal you from him and make you mine," he said, his gaze sweeping over her body.
"Everyone has their taste, and I like you because you're too innocent for me," the man said quietly. She even crawled backward to avoid his touch.
"You're playing hard to get, huh?" he remarked, licking his lips.
"But don't worry, we still have more time. I won't touch you until you've given birth and gotten back in shape; I'm not into pregnant women; I prefer my whores to have a flat belly," he said, maniacally smiling at her.
"I'm going to kill myself if you touch me!" she yelled at him. "I'd rather die than be touched by a sick pervert," she says.
"I thought so, so I had to make a deal to keep you alive for my satisfaction," he explained, "If you kill yourself, I'll kill your bastards." He was tricking her.
"You're a demon!! Do you think I'll trust you?" she grumbled. He appeared to be a man who enjoyed playing. A man who reveled in deception.
"Well, I've already planned everything on how to kill them; do you want to see it?" he asked, and she burst into tears. Denise's heart ached at the thought of them being tortured by this psycho man and being torn away from her before she could hold them, kiss them, and inhale their scent, knowing exactly what they smelled like.
"I want them to remain with me!" she pleaded, and he shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't want your thugs running around troubling our peace," he said as he reached for her face.
"But don't worry, I'll give you babies, and then you can take care of our babies," he grinned at her. His words revolted her. She felt sick at the thought of being touched by that sick man.
Denise sobbed as he stroked her face and said, "Just for a year? Please! I agree to your terms, I'll be your sweetheart! I'll give you children! Just leave my kids with me for a year!" He gave her a long look before groaning and saying, "Fine! A year, but then they're disappeared!"
"All right," she said, hoping Mike would have a year to find her. Denise expected him to appear and save her.
She then gave him a fake smile before saying, "Thank you." She tried to remain calm, knowing that shrieking and having a mental breakdown wasn't going to get her very far right now.
She was going to lose. But she's already suffered enough losses. She wanted to win this time, and she knew she had to kill. Because she was playing a game called kill or be killed.
Denise didn't want to give in and watch her kids be taken away from her, so she wanted to kill to save them. That meant she couldn't back down, not this time.
She intends to play with him and then find a scapegoat once she has succeeded. This time, however, she desired to be the cat rather than the mouse.
~
"What did you discover?" Mike inquired of Leo as he entered the room.
"No one knows where she is, but I know what his intentions are; he's using your wife because he knows she's your weakness," Leo said, Mike's jaw clenched.
"I know what kind of gang they are, and I hope he didn't do anything wrong to my wife, or I'm going to chop him!" Mike hissed. To calm himself down, he took a deep breath.
He wanted to break his fingers before breaking his entire hand trying to touch what was rightfully his. "She was mine! The mother of my children! My wife!" Mike exclaimed to himself, fist tensed.
"Yeah, someone leaked information about his plan, Christiano doesn't just want to f*ck her, he also wants to get her pregnant after he gets rid of your kids," Leo said before punching the table.
"Calm down, bro, we'll find a way to save your children and Denise," Ronnie tried to reassure him. However, he was trembling with rage. Thinking, what is that psycho man's plan against his wife and children made him want to chop him into pieces.
"I always promised her to protect her but I always failed," he said to himself frustrated.
"I will save my wife; she is my family; I will look after her," he assured him calmly.
"That was the Mike I know, bro," Ronnie said as he tapped his shoulder. Mike then realized that Ronnie was correct; he needed to calm down so that he could properly consider how he could save her wife. "I'm not going to let Christiano take my wife away from me," he said emphatically.