FEMALE IN DISGUISE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
FEMALE IN DISGUISE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
Adeline scrambled to her feet too, spitting out water.
“Get out” Madden said.
“Master I’m sorry. I …
“Get. Out.” He said firmly, his tone chillier.
She quickly ran out of the room, not stopping to look back for once till she was eventually out of the manor.
She went down the mountain, finally letting out the tears.
They were falling hotly as she ran through the silent dark forest.
Will he ever forgive her now?
She wiped the tears before she got back to the compound though, and she head straight for Trixie’s suite.
She barged in, and Trixie stood from the couch like she has been waiting for her return.
“The look in your eyes tells me you did something stupid. How was it? Did you really think Madden was Corey?” She asked mockingly.
Adeline didn’t halt till she got to her and threw a full-fisted punch at her face.
Trixie staggered back in utter shock, then made to punch her back, but her shot arm hurts like hell, so the punch was weak.
Adeline felt nothing cos she returned it to her face immediately, and Trixie’s lips bursted.
“Bloody hell” Trixie muttered when she saw the blood.
She picked her arrow and bow from the stool, but before she could set the two, Adeline snatched them from her and broke the bow, throwing it away before slapping her, hard.
Trixie’s nose bled this time.
“Son of a slut!!!” She yelled, coming fully loaded for her.
She grabbed Adeline by the shoulder and began pushing her to the wall, but Adeline changed the game before they got there.
She turned Trixie to the wall instead, slamming her back on the surface before slapping her for the second time.
“Arhhh!!” Trixie cried, and Adeline scoffed.
If Trixie should report her to the house of Orlovs it if any of the guards should see this scene, she’d be killed gruesomely by The Pakhan, but she doesn’t even care.
She’s too filled with rage to care!
“Don’t ever drag me into your family complications again, you hear me? Never! You think it’s funny to play with my feelings? I hate it when my feelings gets toyed with you bratty bîtch!” She yelled, slapping Trixie for the third time.
Sin came in at that same moment, and his eyes widened when he saw what’s going on.
He rushed to the scene, taking Adeline away from Trixie before punching her in the mouth.
Adeline felt nothing from the punch too. It’s like her anger built immunity against punch or something.
She returned the punch times two, and Sin’s lips bursted too, then she grabbed him by the collar, throwing him off.
Sin flew across the couch and crashed on the wall behind it, going down with a loud groan.
Trixie’s awed eyes didn’t leave Adeline throughout, wondering how he got this strong.
Her punches are poisonous and her energy is too high.
“You’re dead!” Sin stood suddenly.
His head was bleeding as he retrieved his gun, but Adeline brought out her own too. They aimed for each other at once.
“No!” Trixie quickly came between them.
“No no no….stop it” she said like a plead, but none was ready to back off.
“No one will pull the trigger in my house, so stop it!” Trixie shouted in another attempt to stop them.
Sin’s hand went down first, then Adeline followed suit, breathing heavily.
“You can hate my master all you want, but I repeat… Don’t ever mess with me again. Don’t ever!” She threatened, pushing Sin out of the way before storming out of the suite.
Sin released a heavy stressed breath, and Trixie did same as they faced each other.
“What did you do to him?” Sin asked, going closer to her.
“He has a beef with Corey, and he was so determined to kill him. He accidentally saw him in my necklace, and she inquired. I told her it was Madden, that he underwent facial reconstructive surgery” she explained.
“You shouldn’t have” Sin said.
“I didn’t want to, but he pissed me off by shooting us! Can’t you see he doesn’t trust us? I’ve always seen him as my brother! I’ll chose him over Igor any fuçking day, but he dislikes us and it’s only getting worse!” She complained.
FEMALE IN DISGUISE : CHAPTER 81 – 90
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