Chapter 43 – Bad Decision…|Members Only| Billionaire’s Baby Runaway
Chapter 43
Alexa
My right fist fucks his left side of the head right before he approaches in another kiss on my lips, sending down the IV tree, pulling out the IV needle from my wrist.
“Bad decision to be in the same room with the lunatic, fucker!” I’m kicking with my right leg around his abdomen as much as I can to hit some vulnerable spots from the position I’m in on the bed, but damn if I don’t use a tremendous force and speed.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?! You’re dead! Son of a fucking bitch!” I’m punching him again without even considering taking a better look at his face as I don’t give a single fuck.
In my mind, I’m single and some fucker is having rushing death wishes with the bad bitch. I’m all over the fucker, to fuck him in blood, and then shorten his life like a fucking tornado! I’m so damn pissed off!
“Fuck, baby…. Ha-ha! Baby! It’s me! Honey!” He’s trying to get a hold of my hands as I’m on top of him, releasing a shower of punches and attempting to get a hold of his neck to fucking break it with all the rage pouring down my veins.
“You’re laughing, huh?! Laugh, fucker! You’ll go to the other side like fucking Joker! With a wide smile on your fucking face! Oh! Come here, bastard! I’ll make you look so good!” I’m punching him again after that!
My heart is between trembles and pounding in alert of assassination. My head is a fucking hurricane, a hurting one. My body is between chills and a burning fire, contracting in needles all my muscles. My stomach is in raptures, between starving and the need to throw up. My breathing, obviously, is ragged because of the effort I’m putting in for this after coming back from fucking zombie land!
We’re clenched in the fight with me mounted on him, and he’s barring my retaliation between a punch or two nailing my targets. This fucker is strong and skilled! This makes me rage more on him! It calls for the ultimate destroyer in me!
“She’s not recognizing me as they said she wouldn’t…. Baby! Calm down! Fuck me…. Honey!” He says ‘fuck me’ as I impact his face with another punch like a fucking unleashed tiger on him. Ha-ha! Oh! I’ll trash him!
I DON’T RECOGNIZE YOU, FUCKER! EVEN IF I WOULD RECOGNIZE YOU, I WOULDN’T ALLOW SUCH BEHAVIOR ON ME FROM FUCKERS! YOU’RE DEAD! SAY YOUR PRAYERS!
“STOP CALLING ME BABY AND HONEY! MOTHERFUCKER!”
