You bastard!
"Mason" she muttered slowly, the next second, Mason was on the ground bleeding from his mouth and nostrils.
Alex pounced on him "I have told you times without numbers, never you touch what belongs to me you bastard. You had the guts to abduct my woman, you hit my little girl" he kept punching him nonstop.
"Alex that's enough you will kill him, Alex stop it" Laura tried pulling him off of Mason but it was not possible because of his strength.
Passer bys there not stand to watch or make a video for the know who Alexander Quinn and Mason Campbell are.
"Alex please" she back hug him and this little action of hers calmed him down. He stood up, turn around and hug her tight.
"That's enough, no more tears, and I promise to always be by you my love" he cups her cheeks and gave her a deep kiss. "Let's go home" For some reason which was not funny to anyone, Mason started laughing
"I am going to have her Alex, I always get what I want." He spat out blood still laughing
"This isn't over, you are lucky I can't kill you because of the rules" They both left Mason sitting in the middle of the road with a bloody face.
The moment Alex left the house in search of Alex, Sandra has not been at ease, to make matters worse, Mason is not picking up her calls. The hunk of the car at the gate startled, sir didn't have the guts to pull the white curtains to take a peek at who is outside.
After a few minutes, she heard Kimberly's voice, "mommy" her heart skipped a beat, it can't be possible, how did she get here? She thought she loved Mason and would be happy to be at his place.
Downstairs, Kimberly hugged Laura with a bright smile on her face "I thought I lost you mama" she sniffed
"I promised you, I will always be there." She carried her but Alex took Kimberly and said
"You should let your Mummy rest" he took Laura to their room and shut the door with a loud bang which startled her. He took long strides toward her, before she could say "a" the shirt was wearing was ripped off and tossed to a corner.
"Seeing you with that bastard's clothes makes me want to kill him" he murmured, his anger took another dimension when he noticed she wasn't wearing anything under the shirt.
She ran all the way from Mason's house to the main road in nothing but a loose shirt with no undergarments. His bitterness climbed a ladder to the top.
"Did he touch you?" She denied "did he touch you?" He asked again looking at her in the eyes, she shook her head "don't lie to me Laura, lying to me will make matters worse" he half yelled
"For the last time, did he fucking touch you" she nodded with tears streaming down "what did he do?"
"He kissed me and we cuddled" the veins on his neck popped
"We?" He asked with raised brows
"He" she corrected immediately
He held her against the wall, he slammed his lips on hers kissing her fiercely "Never you say we if it is not the both of us" he muttered on her lips.
"Come I'll give you a bath" he pulled her to the bathroom, took off his clothes, and made her stand under the shower. He turned the faucet and let the water cascade down their naked bodies.
He took the sponge and applied the liquid soap to it, he carefully scrub her skin, his hands were gentle. He scrubbed her breast giving it a gentle squeeze making her moan, he went down on his knees to wash her legs, he scrubbed and frowned when he saw tiny bruises on her legs.
After giving her a thorough bath, he dried her up with a towel and applied body lotion on her silky skin. He took his time selecting a comfortable dress for her to wear.
"Sit let me see your legs" he applied ointment on her bruises. Throughout his show of affection, Laura was smiling. Although she was kidnapped and treated badly, she is happy because she got to realize her feelings, and she got this VIP treatment from the most feared man in the US.
"Go on, you should rest and I'll tell the maids to prepare something for you." He gave her a peck on the lips and made her lie down on the bed.
Guys, please pity me. I am a student and I am trying my best to write at least a chapter a day, you should be grateful.
