The Passion of Love my Best Friend's Daughter

GCPS #81 - Retaliation of a Woman

"If he doesn't want responsibility, we'll kill him!" Sansa growls at the thought of Samuel reluctantly taking responsibility for Emily's pregnancy.

"But I love her" whined Emily as she threw away her snot with the end of her shirt.

"What does love do if it only tortures so?" furious Sansa. "He's evil, Emi! He doesn't love you, he just makes you give you an outlet for his passion!"

Emily's cry grew more and more into hearing Sansa's words that really provoked her.

Currently, the two women were still in the car that brushed off in the middle of the road. The minds of both of them were equally chaotic now due to the same problem. And this is a difficult situation because the two women can't calm each other as usual.

"But we'll be arrested by the police, Sansa. Hows it? While we're pregnant, do you want us to go through our pregnancy in prison and then have our child born in prison? I don't want to!"

"True, too" muttered Sansa later, thinking of a way to teach Samuel a lesson.

"Let's just say, we drown him in the sea, how about it?"

"Are we able to carry Samuel to the sea? We're the one who got cut to the bottom of the sea!"

Sansa took a deep breath, really, she thought. He and Emily used to cheat but were not used to planning criminal acts like this.

"Well, let's just kill him in his apartment while he sleeps, you have the keys to the apartment, right? After that, we chop up his body and we dump him in the sea?"

"Josephawheekkkk...." Emily jumped out of the car and threw up on the side of the road. Can't he imagine how Sansa could have such a wild mind when she was pregnant?

Sansa got out of the car and approached Emily, who was still vomiting.

"What's up, Emi? Do we need to go to the hospital?" The question made Emily immediately glare at him.

"Are you crazy, eh? You're planning on mutilating Samuel?" hiss Emily sharp. "God! My stomach churned as I imagined you would dismember Samuel's body."

"Oh, maybe your baby won't accept that our father cut it into pieces."

"SANSA TURNER GHAN!!!!"

**

"Of course, I'll be Grandpa, Alex," Dorian replied happily. "You're so great, Alex. Ah, I'm proud of you. You are indeed an amazing daughter-in-law," Dorian casually said as she patted Alex's shoulder hard enough.

"But we know Sansa is still recovering, Dorian. I'm scared..."

"Nothing will happen" Dorian cut, staring reassuringly at Alex. "You know? A person who has heart disease should always be kept happy. And if Sansa's pregnancy makes her happy, why not? He'll just be more eager to heal completely."

Alex pondered Dorian's speech and his little heart confirmed it. "Again, if you really don't want Sansa to get pregnant. Why are you fucking with her? Or why did you get him out inside?"

"What would it feel good if we had to pull it out before it came out? Of course not, right? It's better to be inside."

"Why not wear safety?"

"Not good, like something's in the way."

"Yes, now here's the result. Oh yeah, where's the kid now?"

"Together Emily."

***

Like a burglar, Sansa and Emily walk to Samuel's apartment.

The assassination plot was canceled because the risk was too great, but they had to keep Samuel a lesson.

"She likes to come in, but she doesn't like it being a baby, you know!" Sansa Gerrutu.

"Huushhhh!" Emily told Sansa to be quiet when she heard the sound of an open apartment. The two women looked at each other, and like agents on a secret mission, both of them signaled to attack in a matter of three.

Emily is ready with her baseball bat, while Sansa is ready with a broom in her hand.

And....

BRUKKKKKK