Suami Yang Kejam Novels & Stories

“Can this thing go any faster?” Jamie growled from the passenger seat. Rafa shot a irritated look toward his side from beside him, Calm the fuck down, Jamie-” “Calm down?” Jamie said, incredulously. “You tell me my wife is being held captive by own father and you ask me to calm down?”

The man that was always closer to his father than he ever was and yet still went against the crown and the current King. Anger rises inside of me, growing with every second that I stand there, staring at the traitor's face. Deciding that Jamari has enough people in the other cell to sacrifice to bring her sister back, I raise my hand, my nails immediately growing into sharpened claws, and move to slice the traitor’s throat open. A strong hand grabs hold of my wrist before I can get close to Damian, my enraged eyes meet the face of Kenji who is standing beside me, my wrist held tightly in his grasp. A look of concern appears on his face.

But I still decided to stick to the facts that we gathered about Jameel’s fiancé. Anger, regret and helplessness that I couldn’t rewind the time back and do everything right were fueling in my blood at that time. I was f**king one of the strongest mafia men in the world and I missed how innocent my wife was. She was slaughtered by tying to me and I fueled the fire in hatred that my wife was a cheater. She was the most innocent person I had ever met as she wasn’t even made for this world. And now she was tied to my dark world too where she didn’t belong. I wanted to fire the world in ashes at that time because this world full of darkness and smiles despising sadness didn’t belong to my girl.

The man shrugged and turned to leave. Jamal moved so quickly that I did not have time to react. He grabbed the man's wrist and I could tell that his grip was hard because the man stopped smiling instantly and began to grimace in pain. "And I believe that it should be the last shot you take tonight." Jamal's tone was firm and dangerous as he tightened his grip on the struggling and suffering man. The pervert tried to set himself free and remain stubborn but Jamal's grip only grew stronger to the extent that I started hearing the sound of bones breaking.

Justin spat, wiping the back of his hand across his bloody lip and lunging at me. His fist caught the side of my face, and pain exploded across my cheek. Ducking under his next hit, I slammed my shoulder into his gut and began to hit his ribs over and over, listening to see if I could hear one breaking over the yelling in the room. He dropped his weight, going limp as he began coughing violently, but I held onto his shirt as I stood over him. “You beat your wife.” My voice sounded strange even to my ears, but there was nothing I could do about that. I was being controlled by demons I didn’t even realize I was carrying. “And then you hit the mother of your child.”