Fany
I want to change Adrian inside and out. He must also be a religious man. This Sunday I forced her to take her to church. I dragged Adrian out of bed and into the bathroom.
"Adrian, who is he?" asked a girl on the bed, covering herself with a blanket. Quite beautiful.
I took a deep breath then answered while pointing at the door. "I'm Adrian's mother. Pack your things and get out of here!" Then I turned to Adrian. "You, hurry up and take a shower!"
"Come on, I hate showers."
"Enter the room, now!" I snapped, making Adrian rush into the bathroom. Lord, give me patient.
While Adrian was taking a shower, the girl he had sex with put on Adrian's t-shirt and pants, then left the room without making a sound. Good, she's gone, so I don't have to say much. It sucks, that girl isn't as pretty as me, only her chest is .... whatever.
I always planned to cut Adrian's genitals if in the morning I found a woman in his bed. Like a dog, once it's been neutered, it won't play with women anymore. Oh God, forgive my thoughts.
Adrian suddenly surprised me by opening the bathroom door. A wet white towel was wrapped around his waist as he looked around. "Minerva, you left your bikini behind!"
"She just left. Want to go after her?"
"Well, no need. Fan, try wearing this bikini, will it suit you?"
"Bath!"
He locked the bathroom door from the inside. The sound of the shower came back.
Irritating. Maybe in time I will really be his mother. Oh my God, that boy, when will he grow up? Kimberly is right. Maybe only by making Adrian kiss God's feet would he be serious about keeping his oath. I have to take him to church, must!
After he showered and dressed as usual, I dragged him to the car and he drove towards the church.
During the trip, Mom called, texted, but what a fool, I hated her. All this time he only took care of Big Brother, to him I was trash. Now Brother has run away with the builder who built the swimming pool behind our house in Beverly Hills.
I heard Mother tried to separate them, but failed. Brother chose to go to Indonesia, Bali, Batam, I don't know, he disappeared without a trace with his love, a kind burly man who was not interested in the Reine family's money. It was only after that incident that the old man paid attention to me.
Our car arrived in front of the Protestant church on Malboro 14th Street. I walked into a modern building and God! Without being forced, Adrian followed me like a puppy. I have to be quiet like this more often.
We sat in a row with other members of the congregation. When praying Adrian whispered and it made my ears hot. I hissed, "Shut up and pray." Adrian chose to remain silent. Maybe because he felt unnoticed, bored him?
I heard Mr. Santos preach, the bald man in the black robe with the white scarf. He tells to respect elders. Even though our parents are evil, as a child we must be devoted to them because without them we would not have been born in this world. I'm sorry God, but my mother is a real devil--oh God, forgive my thoughts.
After the sermon was over, I was about to call him, but Mother texted him first. He asked me to come to Beverly Hills, his home.
"Fany, tell me what's wrong? Why are you gloomy?" asked Adrian, he forced me to look him in the eye.
Adrian is always able to tell if I have a problem or not just by looking into my eyes, like now. Those beautiful eyes swept every inch of mine.
"Adrian, can you take me to Beverly hills?"
"Who do you want to meet there? Your new boyfriend?"
I shook my head as I walked towards the car with Adrian. "My Mom."
[POV Adrian]-----He's a hell of a fighter. This is the first time my adrenaline has reached a saturation point inside my brain."If in the ten count you does not rise, you lose! One, two, three, and four...."Was it just me who fell, or... I was attempting to get up. My vision gradually improved, and I discovered he also attempting to get up."Seven eight......"I got up, and he did as well, but his body swayed and he fell to the ground."Yeah! I was victorious!" I knelt on my knees with both hands raised. To greet me the entire audience burst out laughing and aplouse. Some people threw money and plastic cups."Great boy, great!" exclaimed the Italian. He tosses a business card his way. "Come to me at that location. Tell them you were invited by Casillas Mancini, son. We are in desperate need of a fighter like you." He directed his finger at my opponent. "It's a shame he's not Italian. I'll see you later!"Mancin
[POV Fany]-----The big tall man fixed his gaze on me. Oh my God, my attempts to flee were futile. What happens next? My legs trembled, and I couldn't say anything."Ssh, don't be too loud." A man's voice was deep and hoarse, a voice I recognized.The index finger is held up to the mouth. Although he had a small bruise on the corner of his lip, his face was still adorable. He slowly drew me away to the back of the SUV. Anxious, he squeezed my arm, inspecting me from head to toe."Thank goodness you're okay," he said as he hugged me."Alex, what brought you here?"Alfred approached us from the side, clearing his throat. "At the police station, I ran into him. We reported a kidnapping, but they said they needed to wait twenty-four hours before moving."Fortunately, God has not abandoned me. I looked around for someone "Where Adria is? Al, did you tell him what happened?"Alfred gave a slow nod. "I was.
[POV Fany]-----The odor here is like urine. The chandelier in the dimly lit room moved slowly in the gust of wind. There is only my breath to be heard. The maniacs tied my back, arm, and feet to chair. They not here?This is my opportunity to escape, but how will I do it? Help me, God. I slowly moved my body, causing the chair to fall backwards until the armrest broke. Fortunately, nails are present at the fault. I successfully untied the knot in my right hand using the nail in my left hand. Now I do the same with the two ropes that bind my legs, and then with the ropes on my body; I am free to move.I approached the door, turning the knob slowly, but it was locked.Use your brain, Fany. Okay, perhaps this method will work. I arm myself with a chair and pound loudly on the door. Outside, there appeared to be a sound. I pounded on the door again, hoping they'd open it."Did you hear that voice, Amigo?" the first voice asked. "Come on,
[POV Adrian]-----He spun me around, kicked me in the knee, and then hit another guy who attacked him from behind.What's the matter with him?I'm not sure who he is, so why would he say something like that? Who is he, bald with a thin beard and heavily tattooed?The Royal Rumble battle is extremely brutal. They have weapons. Whatever means they employ to attack and defend.There are no weapons in my cell. That Italian ... I stormed out, yelling at the Italian guy in the suit."You're lying, there isn't a gun in there!""Who is lying, Merda?" He responded with a grating laugh. "Listen, your friend didn't put anything in there, did he?"He spoke to his friend before tossing a baseball near me, a smooth stick that I hope will become my best friend in battle.I was about to pick up the baseball bat when I was interrupted by another.The man in the suit exclaimed, "Please don't blame me, for you misfortu
[POV Adrian]----I parked my motorcycle near the pier in an empty shed. Fany should have been here, according to the directions, but there were only a few wild seagulls awake on the roof of this old, dim tin-walled barn. Could they possibly— Uurgh.Someone hit me from behind with a blunt object. Damn you, coward. My vision became blurry, and then everything went black. I can still hear some men chit-chatting."Let's finish him—""Stop talking. We are not hoodlums. Remember, honor, loyalty, and bravery. That is our motto. Take him there, as planned. Let's face it, manly."They drove me somewhere. There was a deafening cheer.Slowly, I can see clearly. I'm currently being held in a cell. Not only was I trapped in a cell, but so were several other people. The cells are arranged in a circle facing the field. Above the cell, there is a stage for a crowd of men and women facing the field. They cheered while carrying paper money
[POV Adrian]-----Pleasant licks on my penis caused me to moan loudly. They give it their all, a grope in the stomach, a peck on the chest. Yes, this is what I desired. But.... Fany, no, I'm not going to fall for this. I've never been rude to a woman before, but this time I drew the Japanese girl's head back until I heard a plop."Enough."Still clutching the hard veined thing, the American girl smiled seductively. Her voice had been artificially sweetened. "Do you want anything else, my stallion?"Even though it was stuffy, I pulled my pants up and kept my penis in. I grabbed the shirt that was lying on the floor and dashed to the garage door."You're not going to be able to open it. You must use a... key."But I can. I drew up the large garage gate until it slightly opened. He was correct; this thing weighed as much as a car.I knelt out of here, staring at the three girls. "Please fix my car right away. I'm going to wait ou