Bima's Second Wife

chapter 88

"If my father knew what you were doing, you would definitely not survive!" threaten her.

"I'm not scared!" He glared, I feel disgusted to see his eyes that continue to glare. Do I have to hang out with the twigs near my feet?

"The one who fears is you!" I took my phone out of the jacket I was wearing.

"What if the photos and videos I took were circulating on the internet?" I said casually. "I just need to push a few buttons, and.." I deliberately hung up my sentence. His face was panicked. "...the proof will make you the one who will be punished, right?"

He tried to grab my phone with his free hand. It's not that easy! I threw his body down onto the sidewalk.

He wasn't willing to give up either, trying to attack me with his fist. What does he think is great? It's not that easy I'm going to lose.

He fell back onto the wet road, the corner of his lips bleeding from my precise fist hitting his jaw. He grimaces. Once again trying to attack me blindly. But with my fighting ability it's not that hard to beat this smelly kid. I locked it with his back under my feet. I turned her hand back, making her unable to move. While one more hand patted the sidewalk, a sign of surrender, usually.

I bowed my body, staring at his face that was chained above the dirty pavement.

"I'll forgive this time. But if next time I see you close to him again, I'll make sure your lives are ruined. Even all the Frederick family-owned enterprises I'll easily take over!"

"Who are you?!"

"Only people you never considered!" I said then lifted my feet from his back, until it was clearly printed on my former shoe that was beautifully drawn there.

He got up and picked up his backpack and left immediately on his sports bike. The girl looking at me could not believe it.

The sound of applause made me look at me.

"Bravo" he said with a smile. "Good job!" said again.

Me and the girl sat in the back, and Joe was the driver.

"Where are you going?" I asked while treating his wound with alcohol. I always have a p3k box in my car. His knees were bleeding, his arms were scratched, and I saw on his thighs a big bluish bruise as well. Her cheeks are bruised too.

He didn't answer, just a joke I heard. I was silent not wanting to ask again. Waiting for when he wants to tell a story.

"Hey, where are we going?" joe asked when we were ten minutes away.

I looked at this girl, no answer.

"To my apartment." I said. Joe half yelled in protest.

"Where are we going? It's impossible to go to the place where all the cats are!" pissed me. Joe grumbled while still driving.

We arrived at the apartment. I'm holding this girl to my unit. While Joe was still grumbling while carrying his bag.

I took him to the couch, got him there. Joe sat in front of him as he continued to observe the girl on the fringe.

"Hey. Oi! Stop looking at him Joe!" tell me when I see the girl with interest. Joe was conscious and misbehaved.

We sat three on the couch. Almost half an hour and no one wants to talk.

"Who is he?"

The girl looked at me.