Retaliation of Mafia Wives
142. Emotionally Powered (lb)
"Jesh!" Jesy docked between his parents when he heard Rical's screams.
"How's this, Ma, Pa? I'm scared." Jesy sobbed from feeling so scared. Similarly, Sasdia who also worried about the fate of the child.
"Mas, let's just run from here. Our son could die here" Sasdia told Torih.
While Torih himself was frustrated thinking about it. Torih rubbed his face rough. "Where to? You guys don't seem to know how tight the guard is here. That's what I said just now, don't act rashly," Torih said frustratedly.
Duk ... duk ... duk …
"Open the door, motherfucker!" The three humans who were inside the restroom were jumped. The moment suddenly the door of the room was knocked so rough.
"Ma." Jesy tightened his embrace of Sasdia with tears flowing.
"I count to three, if you still haven't opened it. .. get ready to get more, '" cried Rical.
"One …." Jesy's heart is racing in there. So did Sasdia and Torih.
"Two …."
"Where is this, Ma? I'm scared, hiks." Jesy was crying hysterically at Sasdia's arms.
"Three …."
Buk .. buk .. brak …
Jesy's body stiffened when he saw the door of his small room was no longer knocking. The figure of Rical standing on the edge of the door made Jesy scared. The usually relaxed-faced man, now looked so scary.
Rical's jaw hardened looking at Jesy's face. Rical's facial features changed suddenly. The man stepped quickly towards Jesy who was already shouting hysterically. "No, I don't want to." Jesy hid his body behind Sasdia's body which was no less frantic.
"Follow me." Rical forcibly pulled the hand of Jesy who continued to rebel holding Sasdia's hand.
"Jesy is pregnant, Rical. She's pregnant with your child" cried Sasdia hysterically.
"Ma, Mum. Help me." Help me." Jesy cried hysterically as Rical forcefully pulled his body.
Sasdia shouted while following our steps Rical. "Our daughter, Mas. Help our daughter." Sasdia pulled the arm of Torih who was still silent stiff.
"I have to how? Mr. Carves could be getting angrier." Torih shouted while rubbing her face rough.
Sasdia leaves Torih and runs after Rical's footsteps, who drags his daughter by force. "Don't hurt my daughter, Rical. She's pregnant." Sasdia was crying.
While Rical continued to pull the hand of Jesy who was already screaming in fear. "Take me off Rical, my hand hurts. I'm pregnant with your son, Rical," cried Jesy.
Plaque …. "Shut up motherfucker!" Rical slapped Jesy's cheek making the woman fall to the foot of the sofa.
Without pity, Rical pulled Jesy's hair forcing the woman to stand up. "Sick," erang Jesy.
"Rical, stop ... My son could die!" sasdia shouted from a distance.
"I did want to kill him, I've been patient enough all this time. You're taking me for granted."
Plaque ... bruk …
Rical slapped Jesy on the cheek again, the second time the woman fell to the cold floor. Sasdia screamed hysterically as she approached her daughter. The middle-aged woman cried loudly at the state of her daughter's face that was covered in blood. Rical's slap was obviously not messing around. "Sick, Ma," said Jesy.
"You're a jerk, Rical. She's your wife, she's pregnant with your child!" sasdia's wrath.
"Go away" said Rical. The man who was being overwhelmed by emotions pushed Sasdia's body away from Jesy. Rical pulls Jesy back to the pool.
Torih helped Sasdia stand up, after which the middle-aged pair moved quickly towards Jesy and Rical. "Please stop Mr Sunder, I apologize for my daughter's mistake" Torih said.
Rical ignored Torih's words, the man still continued to do what he wanted to do. Rical pulled back Jesy's long hair and brought the woman's head to the edge of the pool. Without feeling Rical plunged Jesy's head into the pool water.