[POV Fany]
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Despite the fact that they were brothers, their attitudes were opposite. Adrian is immature, whereas Alfred is more mature.
This must be difficult for Alfred. Melisa is the only daughter of the office's largest shareholder, according to what I've heard. If this engagement fails, Al's career as CEO may be jeopardized.
Melisa, who was sitting on the bar stool, got a glass of orange juice and a plate of fried eggs shoved in her face. "Come on, let's start with breakfast."
Melissa gave me a stern look. I don't like how she appears.
Melisa spoke up "You came to our engagement party last night to sabotage it. You've arrived to bring Alfred here."
Of course, I shook my head because I'm not a spoiled brat. I went to their event last night solely to say goodbye to Alfred.
I attempted to persuade her by providing relevant reasons. "Melisa, every morning I come here to wake Adrian and we go to campus together. The issue is not with me, but with you. Why do you have it in you to betray Alfred?"
She snorted loudly after slowly nodding. She simply stated, "I despise you. You're the main issue here. You're a disgusting, despicable, scumbag—"
I cut her off mid-sentence. "Why? What went wrong for me? Tell me, and I'll understand."
She was silent for a moment before speaking in a small, piercing voice. "Stay away from him, you ruined everything last night, you understand?"
"It's entirely up to you what you think of me, but you clearly misunderstood. Al just dropped me off at home—"
"Bitch," she grumbled.
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. This girl was incorrect, but she chose to blame someone else? She is unquestionably not a good girl. Alfred could find a better girl than Melisa.
I shifted my gaze to Alfred.
"Al," I said, causing him to lift his head and smile gently.
I placed his breakfast on the divider table in the kitchen. "Let's start with breakfast."
Alfred made a weak shake of his head. Perhaps because his heart was still hurting to see what happened until his appetite vanished.
I packed the breakfast in Tupperware for him to take later.
"Where is that useless fool?" Alfred inquired. He had to have meant Adrian.
"Alfred, please don't start a fight, I beg you!"
"Adrian, come out!" He pounded on the bathroom door until the door hanger came loose.
I hurried up to Alfred. I yanked him up, but his body was heavy and muscled. "Calm down, Al."
The bathroom door unexpectedly opened from the inside, creating a brief moment of silence.
As he spoke, Adrian's head poked out of the doorway "You're making a lot of noise and disturbing people who are taking a bath. Al, go to work, and I'll drive Fany to campus. Don't forget to get your girl out of here." He hesitantly slammed the door shut.
Alfred became enraged and slammed the door. "Andrian, please open the door!"
I drew Al back. God, these two never change and are always at odds.
Meanwhile, Melisa ate breakfast idly, unconcerned about her surroundings. What's the deal with that girl?
"Melissa, could you please take a moment?" Even with a polite word, she froze in her seat. Isn't she remorseful? All of this happened as a result of her stupidity.
I was forced to try to intervene myself. "Enough, Alfred. What if the apartment's occupants call the cops?"
Alfred's consciousness was restored by my words. He stood up straight and brushed his coat and hair back. "You've always defended him. He's now self-conscious."
"You'd better get to the office," I advised. "Take Melisa home, and don't forget to put your breakfast on the table."
Alfred nodded as he caught his breath. "You're correct. Thank you." He walked over to the bulkhead table and took Melisa with him.
I assisted Melisa in putting on her dress, which Aunt Nicole had praised as an angel's dress the night before, but was now wrinkled and rancid. I led her out when I was finished.
Melissa said, "Thank you," without looking at me.
Alfred kissed my cheek and said, "I'll call you later." He immediately assisted Melisa in descending the stairs.
I shut the apartment door. Only the younger brother remains. Please, God, give me strength.
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[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
[POV Adrian] ----- I stated, "It's time to get to work. Ladies, please proceed." They're gorgeous mechanics, and they're enticing. Every move they make is lustful. Their sexy waist waddles as if they want to be patted. No, I'm not going to be tempted. I had to put up with it for Fany's sake. My promise to her means everything to me. They swarmed my car, wielding pliers and other tools. With her lovely legs, a Japanese girl pulls the wheel floor. The wheel floor is shaped like a skateboard, but it is larger and has four wheels. She was lying there, pushing the ground beneath my car. The black girl grabbed the vacuum cleaner for the car and began sucking up the dust. The American girl asked me to get the best engine in Alex's collection, propped up against the hood of my car. This is a decision I'm not sure about. It doesn't have to be the best; just being able to bring my car back to life is enough for me.
[POV Adrian] ----- A middle-aged man wearing a hat exited the tow truck with a friend. They were dressed in shabby white mechanical uniforms that were as filthy as their faces. They have an oily odor. "Mr Adrian?" inquired the younger, who wore a baseball cap with a beak on the back. "Mr Alex requested that we take your car to a private repair shop and invite you to select an engine there." That fast. "Okay." A tow truck came to pick up my car. I was sitting in the front seat, facing Alex's house. We sat down as a group of three. The car is moving at a slow pace. It appears that getting to the destination will take a long time. Dammit, I had to be a truant once more. A super-elite residential area not far from Beverly Hills is home to the tie-down pampers who believe they have the world at their disposal. Alex's house is larger and
[POV Fany]-----Someone suddenly kissed my lips after opening my mouth cover. "I can't wait to taste you, sweetie." He burst out laughing."Stop, you moron. When his girlfriend sees it, it will be even more delectable "said the person sitting next to me. "Is the duct tape gone? That's fine, stupid. This bird is about to sing."I beg anyone in my vicinity, perhaps they still have a conscience? "Please, my faggot, let me go. I'll pay for it and act as if nothing happened."They both laughed. I should have known that pleading would only make them float in contentment.The car engine continues to hum, and the vehicle continues to vibrate. It was hot and dark. I ran out of wiggle energy. Thank you, God, for still giving me salvation. They don't do anything bad, just the occasional hand squeezing of body parts. If they wanted to, they could do more....The sliding door slid open. I'm