29. You will behave, baby vixen

Abraham

She was testing my patience enough. I had had enough. My blood was shimmering with her nonsense. That moment I hated her the most in this world.

"Shut up", I groaned, darting my eyes on her. Our faces were just an inch apart. Her eyes widened with my sudden action. "Don't try to make me so worst. Don't try to make me do what I can never think of doing. If I had to kill you, I would have never taken a fucking bullet to save you. If I had to rape you, I would have done it when you were just fifteen. I would have done everything if I wanted to, Amayra Mehta. And your fucking black belts could never stop me doing the worst with you"

She calmed down right then. Her eyes said that she might have regretted that. Sometimes, she behaved just like my mom. Panicking before understanding anything.

I gently removed my hand from her mouth and loosened the grip. My palm automatically traced back to her cheek which turned red because of my sudden assault. I didn'