/Mike’s pov/
"Angel, I'm head over heels in love with you. During a kiss on the cheek and a rubbing of my hand over her flat stomach, I explained that all I wanted was for you and our baby to be as safe as possible. It was difficult to resist the urge to smile as she thought about my baby, who was growing inside her, because that lucky little baby would have a closer relationship with her than anyone else for the next eight months. Nodding and closing her eyes, silent tears streaming down her cheeks and down her cheeks, she was still crying.
I pushed myself to my feet and began to walk away. As I was about to walk through the door, she called out, "Mike?" I turned around in the hopes of catching a glimpse of a smiling face. "I, too, am a huge fan of yours. "If you're convicted of murder and sentenced to prison, I'll be there to meet you," she said, her voice devoid of any expression of emotion in its delivery. She wasn't making light of the situation; she was very concerned that I would end up in prison.
No words came out of my mouth; I simply walked away. On the other hand, there was no response to that question. Because of this incident, she was extremely irritated with me, and I would have a great deal to make up for as a result of it. I'd never done anything against her wishes before, and the prospect of doing so now made me feel sick to my stomach.
I made my way back to Jake's house in a hurry. Angry, he paced around the living room with his face contorted in frustration. When I grabbed Jake's shoulder and forced him to face me, I said, "You have to pay attention to what I'm saying," and he complied.
"You have my sympathy for what you're going through. In the absence of his involvement, I am completely powerless to do anything at all. But if he gets too close to me, I swear I'm going to kill him. All I want to do is talk to him and tell him to get the f**k out of our lives." Despite the fact that his teeth were clenched, he smiled. The fact that I already knew what he was going to do meant that I didn't have to wait for him to finish the sentence. It wouldn't be pleasant in the least.
An automobile arrived in front of the house after approximately ten minutes. In the process of Jake leaping up from the sofa, I grabbed his arm and pulled him closer to me. "Maintain your f**king composure, Jake. Understand?” I went ahead and placed an order. I walked up to the front door as he smiled and nodded at my arrival.
When I opened the door, the as**ole was standing there, his face contorted with rage in his eyes. My fists were itching to suffocate him to death with my fists. I couldn't stop myself. Despite the fact that I hadn't seen him in three years, he appeared to be exactly the same as I remembered him to be when we threw him out the door with the rest of his belongings.
"Mike, have you noticed that you've changed a little bit?" While looking me straight in the eyes, he snorted and said these words.
"Stephen Walker, have you come to terms with your molesting of young girls?" The only way I could counter was by squeezing the door handle with one hand so hard that my fingers were hurting from the strain.
Then he pushed past me and into the house, giving me a chilly stare in return. With his voice rising in pitch, he demanded to know "where the f**k are Jake and Amber?"
""And Amber is no longer here," Jake stated calmly. "And Amber is no longer here." Finally, it appeared as though he would be able to maintain his cool.
"You filthy scumbag, what a jerk! f**king mischief was something you were always up to! How did my wife and son end up in this situation?" As well as Amber, I'll be accompanying you on your journey "As he made his way down the back hallway, Stephen made an announcement. With every mention of my Angel's name, I could feel the heat of my rage rising inside of me. I took a few deep breaths and reminded myself that I needed to be the one to advocate for myself.
Jake burst out laughing in the middle of the conversation. A sly smile appeared on his face as he said, "Yeah, OK." His attempt to provoke his father into initiating a project, I believe, was unsuccessful. He was reportedly planning on allowing him to get a couple of hits in first so that he could claim it was in self-defense, according to the report.
"Can you tell me where they are?" "Can you tell me where they are?" Stephen was on the verge of bursting out laughing. As a result of his temper, he was well-known.
Jake was serious when he said, "I'm telling you right now, old man, that if you come near my sister again, I'm going to kill you," and he meant what he said. "Do you understand what I'm trying to communicate? You need to get out of town as soon as possible. Now. In this place, there's nothing left for you to do at the moment. He grinned and snorted, saying, "Abigail doesn't want you, and no one else wants you."
His fists were clenched in his chest as Stephen drew closer to him, and he cracked a small smile at him. This is completely and completely your f**king fault! It was necessary for you and Amber to open your filthy mouths and inform Josh of what had transpired in order to save his life. All of my future plans have been shattered as a result of your actions, you worthless piece of shit. Stephen erupted in rage, exclaiming, "I should have f**king shoved your mother down the stairs or something when she told me she was expecting you."
His behavior was, to put it mildly, unprofessional!
Immediately after Jake slammed him against the wall, he gasped for breath and collapsed to the ground.
Crap! My hand reached out and grabbed Jake just as he was about to punch him in the face, yanking him away from the dangerous situation. "This is not the way things should be done! Jake, not in this manner, ""I'm yelling," I said, desperately attempting to maintain control over him.
"Please release me from this situation! "Mike, please let me go!" I say as I prepare to f**king murder him. Jake screamed, attempting to lift me off his shoulders with his arms.
"Jake, take it easy!" I overheard Amber say something that I didn't understand.
When I heard her voice, I could feel my blood begin to cool. What exactly was she doing in this place in the first place? All eyes were on her as she stood in the doorway, and we all smiled. I quickly released Jake's grip on me and walked over to her, but that as**ole stood in the way of our conversation at the time. He snatched her wrist out from under her and dragged it away. She flinched and tried to wiggle her arm free from his clutches, but failed.
It was all your fault, you f**king messed up the whole thing!" He was yelling at her at the time.
"It's time to let her go!" Despite my best efforts, I couldn't keep my rage under control as I clenched my teeth together. In my ears, my heart was thumping, and I was so enraged that the palms of my hands were trembling in my hands. If he didn't let her go, I was going to kill him in three seconds, and I was fully prepared to do so right away if he didn't.
In doing so, he turned to face me, a look of contempt on his face as he did so. "You're a jerk! I've had enough of you!" "She's my daughter," he exclaimed, yanking her in a jerking motion closer to him. "She's my daughter," he said again. She swung around and tried to push him away from the table. His features became more angular. At the same time he smacked her across the face with a hard hand, I lunged forward in response.
The sound of his nose cracking as my fist made contact with it as I grabbed his shirt and punched him in the face gave me a satisfying feeling. When I pulled my arm back, I punched him repeatedly, completely oblivious to the pain each blow caused in my hand and arm. When his body started feeling a little limp after the fourth or fifth punch, I shoved him against the wall so that I wouldn't have to hold him up and continued punching him repeatedly.
It contained all of my rage, as well as all of the hurt, anger, and helplessness that I'd ever felt while watching my daughter cry herself to sleep, and I poured everything into it. There is no way I could allow this man to cause her any more suffering. Despite
my best efforts, he slumped to the floor with his arms wrapped around his head. I couldn't stop myself, couldn't stop myself. So, instead of kicking him, I started kicking him.
I was about to walk away when Jake snatched me from behind and slammed me into the wall, slamming my face into it. What on earth is he up to these days?
“No! I haven't completed my work yet! I want you to get the hell away from me. "Jake, get off the bus!" It was my last hope to get him off of me so that I could kill the man who had brought my Angel's life to a screeching stop. I screamed, desperately trying to get him off of me so that I could kill him. In an attempt to free myself from the wall, I shoved myself away from the wall.
Mike, Amber is in pain "With his arm wrapped around my neck and his push me back against the wall, Jake said, "I'm sorry." "Amber's in pain, Mike," Jake explained.
Get off my property as soon as possible." "Please give me time to finish it."" Even as I struggled against his grip, I let out a scream of pain.
MIKE, AMBER HAS BEEN HURT! Jake let out a piercing scream.
What exactly did he say has me stunned. Amber? Oh my God, I'm at a loss for words.