LOVING THE REJECTED BILLIONAIRE

The limo makes a stop in an unfamiliar jungle, and I am hauled out of the car with Angel buckled between my hand and my chest. The kid is terrified to death, and I am a nervous nervous wreck too. I howled in the limo until I gave up, because all these monsters did was laugh and mock at my panics and despondency. They said it was my end, that I won’t even see the setting of the sun, but I am hanging on the tiny thread of hope that Andy heard our conversation. If he did, he is almost nearby. He is gonna save us. If he didn’t, then I don’t know if I can fight these two armed murderers, but I am surely not dying without a fight.

In this desolate arid jungle where not even flies can be blotched, the two murderers stand before me, guns in their hands. I put my daughter to the ground and push my her to my back, fretting about the trauma she is going through right now, and the more to come. I watch as Maria heaves her hand and points her gun to my head, but I stay put, the oscillation ceasing magically. I know she won’t think twice about pulling that trigger and blowing my brains out just like I won’t even blink before blowing hers when I pull out mine, but at least I need to buy more time. Yes, I have mine tucked on my jeans, well hidden by this trench. I’m glad Andy got it for me from Paul. His instincts probably knew a time like this would come. It was deemed to.

But Angel shouldn’t not see this. The poor kid should not glimpse the bloodshed. I can’t put her through that trauma.

“Hand over my daughter now, and start saying final prayers.” She speaks, so calmly like a devil fighting to show his claws.

“Even with this gun pointed to my head, I won’t hand over my daughter to you, bitch.” I retort boldly, my eyes not blinking, and the jerk beside her smirks, perhaps at my nerves.

“I never knew this feisty side of you, Tania.” He states.

“You knew, and still know absolutely nothing about me you son of a bitch!” I fume, and he was about to speak again but his whore stopped him, firing a gun in the air.

Shit!

Angel screams out in fear, clinging to my thighs from behind. Damian turns to Maria, holding her hand.

“Are you crazy? You are frightening the poor kid for fuck’s sake!” He yells, glaring at Maria with a murderous gaze.

What sort of relationship do these two devils really have? He looks like a devil who wouldn’t think twice about slapping the hell out of her if she tries that madness again, and she- she is daring him to try. A clear image of a daring lioness in front of a raging lion, is what stands before me.

“She is my daughter, Damian! She needs to learn to respect and accept me, not that whore!” She fires, returning the same murderous glance her partner is giving her.

“At least that whore, you bitch, knows how to be a mother. A quality you clearly don’t and will never have!”Ahem! Ahem! I’m about to choke, but before that, I need to do something while they are fighting.

“Don’t you dare insult me, you filthy jerk! You know me when I get angry.” She warns, her eyes emitting fire.

The limo is behind me. Brilliant!

I was about to turn to Angel, but this jerk howls out something that made my guts grumble.

“She is MY DAUGHTER! I don’t want her to go through any torment or traumas. I won’t allow even you to do that to her, do I make myself clear!”What. The. Fucking. Hell!!

This ascertains my suspicions. Yes, I was right about their affair. They were always together. Her marriage to Andy was just a sham to get his wealth, just like it was with the other three tycoons. Was this their business?

Why she left Angel behind is what I would want to know, but as they choke each other with furious yellings, I crouch to my knees slowly and turn to Angel.

She is drenched in tears, and hiccupping badly. I shush her slowly, and dry her tears.

“Mommy…”

“Shhh!” I put a finger on her lips, deterring her from talking. “Listen, baby. Daddy is coming to get us, okay?” She nods her head. “I want you to run behind the car and be on the lookout for him, alright? Don’t leave that place until you see him okay, baby?””What if daddy doesn’t come, mommy? Who will save us?” She whispers.

“Daddy will surely come, princess. And if he delays, then mommy will save both of us. Now go, baby.” I say.

She leans in and gives a small kiss, tears flowing down her cheeks. “Promise me you won’t be hurt, mommy?” She sobs.

“I promise, baby. Now go!” I say, and she turns on her feet and runs where I instructed.

After making sure she is completely out of the site, I pull myself up, ready to confront the monsters, but I meet with a well-launched gun blow on my forehead, sending me to the ground. I groan with immense pain, but there is no time to stay on the ground. I stagger as I pull myself up, and I strive really hard to make it on my feet. A cold liquid runs from the place I was hit down to the nose, and drops of red start falling to the floor. The pain is hell, tucking all the nerves in my head.

I turn around, to see the bitch smirking at my pain.

“Even if you kill me right now, Maria, Angel will never accept you as her mother, and that gives me so much pleasure.” I mock, wiping off some of the blood with my hand.

She takes a step towards me, perhaps to torture me some more before she kills me, but I pull out my shotgun in a flush and shoot at her hand that is holding the gun. Well, that was just by miracle because I have never fired a gun before. All I was taught a few days ago is how to hold and cock it.

She screams with pain as her gun falls to the ground, and I aim at her head. Damian is as thunderstruck as she bitch is, both their mouths agape.

“Step back.” I order, feeling like a hero.

She is stupefied as she takes a few steps to where her abettor is standing like a statue, perhaps not believing that I can actually shoot at someone. I told them before, that for love, I can anything. But they were just so sceptical to believe me.

I bend down slowly and take her gun from the ground with my other hand and cocking it. I point each to both of them. At least I am not the only one groaning in pain and trickling blood. The bitch’s right hand is all covered in blood. The bullet pierced through her flesh just below the front side of the elbow.

“Drop your gun if you don’t want me to blow your bitch’s empty skull out!” I say to Damian who has just recouped from his concussion after I have spoken.

He takes a step back from Maria, and instead of dropping his gun, he lifts it up slowly, while lifting his other hand at me. He doesn’t aim the gun at me, but at Maria.

Well, he must be going into another crisis of shock because I don’t think he knows what he is doing. I watch as he takes another step back, leaving Maria stuck and confused between us, three guns pointed at her head. Even I am perplexed now.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

“Don’t tell me you are sacrificing your beloved bitch to save your ass, Damian Almenda!” I challenge, smirking at this bitch.