"Fucking touch her and Fucking die!"
Nathaniel's voice boomed out as he took an angry step towards Angelina. How dare this nitwit touch what was his. His Angel.
She's too fucking beautiful to be leaving the house, and leaches were going to fly around her. Maybe I should just lock her up, he thought.
Angelina took a step away from the guy, rubbing her arms as a coping mechanism from the raging bulldozer while Nathaniel glared at the little space between his wife and the leach.
"Why should I?" the dark-haired guy tched, "Who are you to tell me that?" he said cockly as a bunch of teeny-weenie cheered him. He turned his gaze at Angelina, feeling proud of himself and opened his mouth, "I'm sorry…" he stretched his hands to get hold of Angelina's fabric, but his hand was caught by a dark chuckling Nathaniel.
"Who the fuck I am?" he got closer to him, "And imma fucking tell you who the fuck I am, motherfuvker!" a fist was thrown at the dark-haired guy, and he immediately fell on the ground, and a shocking gasp was released from the crowd.
Nathaniel pushed the guy and pounced on him, "How dare you," a punch, "Fucking ask me who I am," a punch, "to her!" a punch. "I'm her fucking husband!" a loud commotion at the cafe as people stood by. No one could come to rescue the guy as Angelina stood still, tears streaming out of her eyes. She was scared that Nathaniel would kill this man. Blood stains covered the guy's face, and he was unrecognisable as Nathaniel's fist was dripping.
The door of the cafe was yanked open as rush footsteps came in. A group of men held down Nathaniel, and the medics strolled out of the beaten guy.
Nathaniel stiffed, his chest heaved as he used the blood stain to rub his nose, smudging it as makeup on his face. The gentleman who helped Angelina on her wedding day came, who she later knew was her husband's friend. Patted Nathaniel's shoulder, whispering some words to him.
"Fuck!" Nathaniel cussed and went out of the damaged cafe like nothing. His friend - Nicholas brought out his law firm ID card, telling them to calculate all the damages and send it to his office. He would settle it and apologise on behalf of his friend.
Nicholas walked to her, removing his jacket and wrapping it around her, "I'm sorry for you to see this…" he paused, looking at the handwork of his wife, "... Mess," he smiled apologetically.
He placed his hand in the middle of Angelina's back and helped her out, but before they could walk out, Bell's voice stopped them.
"Angie," Bell stood to follow Nicholas, "Are you okay?" she asked gently, looking at the shaken-up Angelina.
"I'm okay," she responded, her voice trembling, holding the jacket as solace, and Bell nodded.
When they got to the car, Nathaniel shuffled to the underside of the seat while glaring at Nicholas, whose hand was holding Angelina. Nicholas got the message as he raised his hand in surrender. He helped Angelina to the car Nathaniel brought and told one of them to drive the madam home.
Nicholas originally came to the cafe to meet the blind date his mother set for him when he saw his friend plummeting his fist into another guy's face. He face-palmed himself, calling the men to help repress him. Nicholas shook his head, dismayed seeing his friend grumble under his breath like a spoiled kid in his back seat, arguing why she was separated from him. Nicholas smiled and didn't say anything before driving to the green light.
Greenlight is an underground casino business Nathaniel, and Nicholas partnered together. Only a few wealthy people and celebrities have access to enter. He pulled Nathaniel through the average junk store, which leads to the underground, and passed the private elevator to the VVIP room.
He gave Nathaniel brand new cloth to wear after showering, washing off the blood stains from his body. As Nathaniel was in the bathroom, Nicholas brought out one of his most substantial wine collections. He poured it into the glass, sipping as the hotness burnt his throat.
Nathaniel came out, drying his hair with the towel, collecting the glass of wine from his friend, drowning it a goal as he coughed out a little. Nathaniel went to the corner of the room, staring at his bruised hand. "I just wanted to protect her, but she's fucking scared of me now!" He took a gulp from the cup.
"She's so beautiful that all my reasoning and thinking only evolve around her,"
"You are whim, bro." Nicholas laughed.
"My Angelina. Angelina has beautiful eyes and a beautiful smile, and I want to be the only one she looks and smiles at," they took turns slugging.
"Then fucking keep her in your arms reach!"
Nathaniel paused a little, staring at the bottle in his hand threw it at the wall angrily, "How fucking dare her leave home!" he seethed, "Going out of the house?"
"Oops," Nicholas gasped dramatically, "my oldest collection,"
"Did she fucking have any fucking idea that the fucking world is out?!" he asked, feeling angry. Those fucking men are dangerous! He wasn't a saint to keep his eyes off a fucking innocent woman.
"She didn't,"
"She could be taken from me when I just have her! And that fucking kiddo wanting to touch her!"
"Should I go and take him at the hospital? So that you can continue your mess?"
"My angel," he grinned like a fool, standing up wobbly as he went to the bar to take another wine.
"No, don't go near my babies," Nicholas warned, trying to stop Nathaniel from going to his stored wine.
Nathaniel pushed him away, taking Reine into the cellar, a sweet yet deadly wine. Nathaniel gulped it, then shook his head as he smacked his head. The wine rushed through the body stream, the blood pumping and circulating that usual, body hot like a feeling of aphrodisiac.
"My angel reaches my chest," he murmured, smiling stupidly, "Her eyes twinkle when she eats chocolate cake," His eyes widened as he displayed with his hand how big the star was.
Nicholas closed his eyes, regretting why he had brought him to his cella. He grasped Nathaniel by his hand, helping him up, but Nathaniel slipped away.
"Let's go home," Nicholas messaged his temple tiredly.
"No," he huffed, "I'm not leaving my angel!"
"I ain't fucking tell you to fucking leave her! Damn!" why the fuck am I arguing with him, Nicholas thought.
"My Angelina…"
"Your Angelina's waiting for you."
Nathaniel's ears perked up, and he stood up, running to Nicholas, holding him for confirmation. "My angel is waiting like that day?"
Nicholas didn't know what he was talking about and nodded in agreement.
"My Angelina is the best…." Nicholas didn't let him finish his statement before he hit him on the back of his neck, and he fell limp on his arms.