Muslimah for Mafia Psychopath

8.

Unni had to bite Azka's lips very strongly, resulting in considerable injuries and of course regardless of the actions she did not like.

"What are you doing, it's been so outrageous!" Unni's tone was quite high, sounding like she was yelling.

As if there was no pain in her body, Azka smirked and rubbed her bleeding lips quite casually. Even without disgust, he stuck his tongue together to feel the blood.

Seeing that, made Unni frown. Remembering the face of Azka who is quite calm and looks without feeling the slightest guilt when doing crazy actions in the past, now the face is again seen by Unni.

"Open the door, open it!" Shouted Unni who was already so scared.

The Psychopath soul of an Azka is again lured by the actions that Unni has done to her, by walking slowly she approaches the busy Unni trying to open her door.

Walk around looking for help, hoping that there is something or someone who can help. Suddenly his arm was restrained by a sturdy hand and strong enough to grip him, making Unni's body stagger into the arms of an Azka.

"Have played enough? Now it's time for me to play with you, baby!" With her Psychopathic grin, Azka begins her game.

Brakhs!

So easy Unni's body staggered by Azka and fell on the guest chair in the room, but Unni immediately got up and tried to run.

"Arkh! Release him! Off!"

Back he got into a trap, his head restrained because Azka pulled his hijab. As powerful as Unni to hold it in order not to escape, getting the resistance increasingly makes Azka dark eyes.

Throwing the body until the wall of the room became finally, the burly hand moved to the base of his neck. Making Unni becomes difficult to breathe, by holding the hand of the only Azka who tried to remove her hijab and touch her body.

"Arkh, le loose sir."

Dugh!

" Silence!" Plunged Unni's head against the wall behind her.

Closing her eyes withstanding the pain of the impact, Azka again threw her head down several times. Making Unni's consciousness begin to weaken, flow from her nose a fairly large amount of red liquid.

"As taghfirullah." Unni's body fell to the floor after Azka let go of her hand.

Trying to stay conscious with the pain that was already very strong in his head, Unni looked at Azka with clinging.

"No need to show your face that is clear, I will never forgive you again."

Pulling Unni's hand, making her wake up following Azka's steps that lead her. When he saw that there was a large table there, he grabbed the end of the table with his hand so that he could hold his body.

"Get your hands off!"

"No." Shaking his head.

"I said get off! Quickly let go of your hands!" The scary Azka.

Unni kept herself, she did not want something to happen that made her more guilty to God.

Srakh!

Because it was too strong a pull on his hand, making the sleeves of clothes that Unni was wearing torn. Seeing the part of the hand that was not closed, making both eyes widened Azka.

"Heh, it turns out the diamond is hidden. Haha."

...No, Oh God. I beg you to forgive all that has happened, forgive me O Allah....

Now Azka was so uncontrollable, he pulled the body of Unni so that it was in his arms. Making Unni more and more divorced tears, rebelled strongly and get a slap from Azka's hand.

"I would rather die than serve someone who is not my husband and you are not my mahram. Never touch me with your filthy hands, I am so ashamed of my creator for this work of yours." With a trembling body, Unni attacks Azka through her words.

"Mpphh..."

Azka attacked Unni's lips very brutally, he also touched other parts of Unni's body. But Unni's hand tried to hold and reject it all, until in the end he saw there was one thing that could help him regardless of everything.

Getting a rejection from Unni further makes Azka crazy. When the soft hand pushed it hard enough, the distance between them was created. But it did not last long, as Azka became more interested in what Unni was doing to her.

Jem!

Azka attacked back Unni and for a while he did not feel the rejection of his opponent, but felt something clinging to his chest. It turned out that there were both hands of Unni there, and Azka ended it all when she saw that both eyes were covered with tears that had soaked the woman's face.

Pulling his body and observing the awkwardness, the corner of Azka's eyes saw a wet red liquid flowing from the two soft palms.

"No!"

Suddenly Azka immediately slashed Unni's body into his arms and sat on the floor, how he did not realize that in the soft hand there was a fruit knife stuck.

"Stupid, you're so stupid!"

"Le let me go, don't touch me." In his words, Unni asked not to touch him.

"Arkh, shit! This time you got away, really stupid."

Holding the frail body into his arms, Azka immediately contacted Kenzo to help her.

" Where are you?! Quickly ready the car, through the secret lane. Hurry along!" through his cell phone Azka contacted Kenzo and disconnected him.

"Hey, open your eyes. I didn't tell you to sleep, Hey!"

There was a feeling of anxiety in Azka when she found Unni was unconscious, she quickly led him to a secret path that was intended for emergencies.

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While enjoying a warm cup of black coffee, Kenzo got a phone call from Azka. And to his confusion, the man asked him to prepare the car from the secret lane.

"Based on the goddamn boss, it's useless to brew coffee that is not drunk in the end. But, he said he wanted to punish the woman and if he wanted to go home. Why go through the secret passage?"

Kenzo's head was getting more confusing, leaving behind a cup of coffee he didn't enjoy. As he was waiting for his place, Azka was seen coming out of the secret door with a woman he had been trying to punish.

"Open the door!" Shouted Azka who found Kenzo was staring at him.

"Ah yes, please sir." Open the back door and let them in.

"Call Mark immediately, have him come to my mansion this very second." Azka's voice was so firm.

"Good sir." But Kenzo's eyes caught the figure of the woman in Azka's arms.

"Let's!!!"

Getting the shout, Kenzo immediately drove the car very quickly than usual. He knew the woman was hurt, but it was still in his mind. Why did Azka care?