5. BadBoy

[POV Adrian]

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If this car wasn't whining, it would have taken about five hours to get from UCLA to Glendale.

"Can we stop by the convenience store?" Fany inquired. "I'd like to buy something."

"Would you like to purchase pampers?" I had to tease, I couldn't help myself.

She gave a curt response. "Put up your hands. I'd like to purchase some toiletries and fruit for Aunt Nicole."

I turned around and entered the crowded parking lot of the minimarket. As a result, I got a parking spot quite far from the minimarket's entrance.

Fortunately, Fany did not object; perhaps she was in too much of a hurry. I grabbed her arm before she came out.

"What is it?" she inquired.

"Look over there," I said, pointing to the convenience store.

Many Mexican men had gathered in front of the convenience store; it was unclear what they were doing. They have tattoos and are holding liquor bottles. It's not yet night.

"Be careful," I said as I slowly let Fany go.

Fany got out of the car, shut the door, and turned to face me. "Stay close to home and don't venture too far. There is no cigarette."

She was carrying a sleeve bag when she went to the mini market. The sound of his high heels was becoming less audible.

I got out of the car and sat on the hood to smoke. Fany despises cigarettes, but cigarettes are the perfect way for me to pass the time.

I noticed the young Mexicans mischievously whispering at Fany. They teased Fany by whistling as she passed, but Fany didn't care and went straight to the mini-market.

Fany can easily make a man's fantasy run wild, with a sweet face, an hourglass-shaped body, a tight chest challenging, and a perfect hip.

Even my fantasies are frequently erratic.

But I can't touch Fany like I can other women. I don't want to spoil her because she's one of a kind. She is my diamond, which I must guard.

When it comes to Fany, I recall our first meeting. She used to come to my house with her father. Fany was about five years old at the time. Her voice is so lovely; it's the voice that causes love to bloom.

Aside from her beauty, I like her because she is friendly and has a lovely smile. She also frequently assists with homework, particularly mathematics.

Fany finally emerged from the mini-market after I had finished two cigarettes. The bad boys laughed as they intercepted Fany. Fany's hands were swollen with groceries, preventing her from moving freely. One of the bastard's hands squeezed her buttocks.

I'm going to kill them, motherfuckers. I approached them, immediately tapped one of the closest man's shoulders, causing him to turn his head back. For a brief moment, they were all deafeningly silent, staring at me in befuddlement.

The bald man's response was, "What do you desire? Is this a problem?"

"You're looking for trouble, not me," I said, grabbing Fany's hand. "She's one of my girls."

Only the bald one smiled wryly, then looked at me with his disgusting round eyes, saying loudly, "So, what do you want?"

"You better get a loss, bald, before I beat you up."

"Enough, Adrian." Fany drew my arm back. "Okay, let it go. Let's get back in the car; we've got a long way to go. Adrian, hurry up."

I gave a nod. They were fortunate that Fany was in a rush. If not, I've already taken them to the emergency room.

"Listen to that bitch, go... away," said the bald as he and his friends laughed at me.

He turned everything into a personal matter. Nobody could ever insult Fany in front of me.

I looked at them one by one until they all fell silent and returned my stare.

"Would you like anything else?" the Bald asked arrogantly.

"Adrian, enough, let's go back to the car," Fany, who had not given up hope, said as she drew me back.

Bald chuckled and pointed at me, speaking in Spanish that I didn't understand.

"Why are you bald?" Grinning, I inquired. "Do you dare to hit me? Show me how a woman like you beats people."

I purposefully waited for him to strike first. I am familiar with the legal system in this country. In the eyes of the law, whoever hits first, regardless of who is at fault, is in the wrong.

The idiot punched me so hard in the cheek that I turned my head to the side.

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