A gay? Submerged Passion
22. My type is like Max
Damian entered his room with a face full of twinkle. One obstacle he had removed, and he was a little relieved.
Chequek!
Those blue eyes stared at the figure of the woman in a very thin nightclothes with a clenched. The body that had just felt ordinary was suddenly hot, the jaw went up and down, and he realized, something had changed from him.
“Sial! What happened,” he said annoyed when menayadri the bottom felt tight.
Without waiting for long, he immediately entered the bathroom to clear his brain. Roughly undressed, and those blue eyes seemed to be widening.
“As safe as you can stand?” tanyanya.
Yes, his weapon could not be halau standing upright, even he began to be confused as to sow it. All his age, he never felt anything like this, except\_\_
“Why do you always stand when you see Ariana?” ask her sharply.
Little dislike of seeing her body change. He does not like to love or like something that looks difficult to reach.
“Ariana is too rough, and she is not my type, my type is exactly like Max,”.
“But, I also can not lose the woman, especially she has been forced to take her chastity,” he continued with sadness.
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Max ran with a limp, the black eyes could not be prevented from letting out tears. His hands clenched even more as he realized the extremely cold outside state with a slightly mountainous pile of snow.
His black eyes came to a halt right in front of the black car he always used everywhere. Without waiting for long, he immediately opened and ran his car at an above average speed.
His eyes once stared at the screen of the device that showed the CCTV where the woman lived. His hands were getting clenched as he realized the increasingly gripping uproar there.
A battle that produced blood that splattered there, making his old evil soul buried quickly sticking out.
“I'll eliminate all of you if something happens to my time!” he said it sharply.
Right after saying that, the speed of his car was getting faster, even the red light he hit, making some police cars start chasing him in the back.
But anger and worry really surrounded his feelings. Ignoring the sound of the siren, he further tightened the grip on the steering wheel, staring coldly at the large truck that was walking quickly in front of him.
Mobl horns mixed with police sirens really make the streets that should be quiet crowded immediately. The screams of some people telling him to stop really did not have any effect. His car kept on going, even when the big truck was only a few meters away from him.
Ckitt! Tinnn! Brak!
Saura car tires rubbing against each other along with a long horn made all of them who were leafy around the area scream, even the police car came to a halt.
Max slammed the steering wheel, then turned the car in the opposite direction, making the truck hit a roadblock and causing several cars behind it to collide with each other.
Max leisurely continued the car. There is not even the slightest intention to see the terrible thing caused by it.
An hour passed, those black eyes looked cold, with their jaws hardened. Slamming the door hard, then running with eyes that could not be compromised to let out tears.
Gedebugh! Brak! Dugh!
The rumbling voice increasingly spurted his footsteps, his eyes flushed violently when he saw the pool of blood that was flowing from his subordinates who had the task of guarding the woman.
Bruk!
Max's body staggers into disarray when suddenly the man in all black clothes and the face covered hit him. His eyes squinted sharply as he looked at the grin from the man's eyes.
“Damn it! Don't run,” he said loudly as the man ran quickly dodging his pursuit.
Bruk!
Max quickly kicked the man in the back, and he was pushed forward. Max unceremoniously gave a powerful kick to the opponent's body, making his opponent quickly try to dodge.
As the man in black got up and gave a reply, Max quickly dodged. The man's hand was trying to grab his opponent's face cover however, his opponent this time looked extremely nimble.
However, not Max if he could lose, with agile, his burly hands locked the movements of his opponent, making both his legal hands bound with a lock on the back, and the legs he had made bent.
“Say, who told you?” the question was sharp right in the man's ear.
However, the man only chuckled, Max who was impatient wanted to instantly pull the cover of his opponent's face however, a loud shout from within made his antics stop.
“Mr, Miss Salsha.”
The deg!
Max was stunned, his hands as if stopped in mid-air with a racing heart. The man, who noticed a crack, quickly gave a poke right in Max's stomach, staggering him back with one hand still holding the man's neck.
Bruk!
Finally they both fell with the position of Max leaf below. The man is seen trying to cover part of his face with one hand, while the other hand he uses to escape Max's entanglement.
“Damn it! Don't expect you to escape!” max said with a furious rage.
The man looked indifferent, his current focus was only on attacking Max, and making the man lose focus.
The jedug!
Max quickly releases the check as his opponent mercilessly banging his fist right on Max's forehead, making Max's vision instantly blurred.
“Argghh,” Max tried to get up, his eyes highlighted the sharp figure of a man who looks to have run far there.
“Sial!” objurgation.
A few seconds later his black eyes glared when he realized something. Quickly, the long leg ran towards the nursery to love. His eyes seemed to tremble slightly as the horrifying sight became his first welcome as he opened the door.
Hands that were almost severed with gaping chests, do not forget the pooled blood almost filled the room.
His eyes turned to the top of the bed, where Salsha seemed to twitch with her mouth bleeding.
Max quickly ran towards the woman. “No! what happened, Salsha, baby, I beg you to hold on,” Max said with a tremble, his fingers gently rubbing the blood flowing from the mouth of the woman.
His burly arm quickly grabbed that fiercely shaking body, hugged it and gave a warm embrace.
“I beg you, I beg you, hold on, hiks,”tapnya with eyes that shed tears.
Brak!
The door opened violently, clearly visible there the figure of Roy with irregular breath staring in disbelief around him.
“What__ oh, my God. Sir,” call him out loud.
Max recreates Roy's arrival, the man is busy clutching Salsha's vibrating body, giving a kiss there and fussing with a trembling hand.
A few minutes later, the body was visibly weakened, along with Max's increasingly violent cries.
“No! don't punish me like this! aargghhh,” Max shouted with his head shaking strongly, his arms getting tighter hugging the increasingly cold and blue body.
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