Married To Mr Handicap Chapter 16
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👩❤️👨 Married To Mr Handicap CHAPTER SIXTEEN: 💞🤰
🔸(PREGNANT FOR A BEAST🤰) 🔸
LUCA’S 🥀
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I got to the living room and met several of my men in the living room. Two of them were holding onto Someone who is also my men he was covered in his own blood with several bruises on his face.
“Boss! We caught him stealing from you.” Merlin reported.
“Am sorry boss please forgive me!” He pleaded and I snap my finger. Instantly a gun was giving to me. And I instantly aimed at his head.
“I am sorry Clinton, but you should know me by now. I DON’T BELIEVE IN FORGIVENESS.” I Uttererd and gun him down.
ANGEL'S
I opened my eyes as the morning sun hit me so hard. I used my hands to search the bed hoping Lucas is still on bed but as always he’s gone out again.
I muttered some words of prayers. Before going to the bathroom.
It’s Saturday, I planed on visiting home today, atleast to know what’s wrong with dad.
I brushed my teeth, took a cold shower. After some minutes, I stepped out of the bathroom putting on a bathrobe.
I applied some creams. Stepped over to my closet that is highly stock up with so many espensive clothes.
I brought out a jean bum short, and an extra large white crop top.
Wore my pants and bra. Before dressing up.
When I was done, I applied some natural makeup on my Milky face. Then let my hair fell freely on me.
I took my blue fancy bag and proceeded downstairs not before wearing a matching jeans sneakers.
I got downstairs and met four guys smoking.
“Good morning.” I greeted them.
They all nodded staring at me. Truth be told, most of Luca’s men look deadly and scary.
“Angel!” Lucas called coming out of the kitchen holding a tray and placed it on the dinning table.
I went over to the dinning table to sit down.
“You can eat! He said and pushed the tray closer to me.
I ate a little and spat it out.
“Whats wrong?” He asked.
“It’s salty!” I replied.
“Oh my bad!! I just wanted to make you something with my hands, and it turned out awful.” He grumbled.
TO Be Continued
