Adrian
"Ouch, ouch my feet!" shouted Carl lying on his back holding his right leg.
A big man dressed in a black suit got out of the car. The man in black crouched down, worried to see Carl's condition. Her voice sounded real, not fake, she really regretted her actions.
“Sorry, I'm sorry. Are you all right, son? I really accidentally bumped into you. I swear to God!"
"Chase the thief Bro, don't think about me!" Carl ordered, though his face was grimacing, he pointed at the robber. Looks like the money robbed is very valuable for Elisa's flower shop.
"I'll try, Carl. You take it easy, okay?" I pushed my way through the crowd chasing the now frantic bastard just starting to run.
I'm not a good runner. Luckily the sidewalks were packed with tourists and knick-knacks, making it difficult for thieves to distance themselves from me. It was only a matter of time before I caught him.
"Go away, damn it!" s
Adrian "Hey, wasn't he the other day?" Another Mexican man came over, pointing at me. "He's the young man who came with the hot girl in front of the mini-market!" It seemed like they were a flock the other day, which bothered Fany. Good, this time I can beat them all at once without fear of dragging Fany into trouble. I ran tossing the lid off the trash can like I was throwing a Frisbee, hitting one of them in the face. I kicked the nearest man's cock, then punched his chin from the bottom until he looked up. One of them attacked with a penknife, wounding my waist. In the second slash, I held the sharp part of the knife until my palm was cut. I bumped his forehead until he fell down. The siren of a police car could be heard from far away. I threw the knife at the wall. It's dangerous for the police to see me holding a knife. Many policemen sprang up, making the onlookers at the end of the aisle make way
Fany After the last lesson on campus for the day was over, I was waiting for Adrian, standing on the sidewalk with my friends. I tried to smile to cover my feelings by acting normal and it worked. Until this moment only Casandra knows how I feel. I chatted with some friends, until we finally parted. Now only Casandra is left with me here. He put on a gloomy face while checking his screen. "Fany, I have cheerleading practice. It's better for you to wait on the field than here alone." I nodded slowly, following him. Better there than waiting on the sidewalk, right? The university grounds are always green with white stripes like the lines on a ruler. I sat in the stands where the members of the american football team were practicing, they were screaming like they were in the woods. The cheerleaders also practiced on the edge of the green grass field vigorously moving their pom-poms. Several american footbal
Fany Alfred's car stopped right across the street. He got out of the car and came to me "Fany, why aren't you answering my phone?" "You called?" I asked pretending to open my device. "Sorry, I didn't have time to pick up because I was in class earlier." He looked around. "Where's Adrian?" "I don't know, maybe busy." "Then let me take you home, okay?" "No need, I'm waiting for a friend," I replied, releasing my arm from his grip. I didn't dare look directly into his very worried eyes now. I chose to look at my toes. "Fany, why are you weird today?" he asked. I shook my head and it made his palms land on my shoulders. "Fany, let's be honest, what's wrong? I've known you for a long time, you're always like this when there's a problem. Is Adrian naughty?" I don't know why I laughed a little. Adrian is really naughty, if he becomes good then I'm surprised. I shook my he
Adrian I was screaming in the car. "Sir! Sir, the wound in my stomach—" The cops banged on the window pane from outside. "Shut up, don't talk too much!" He stood leaning against the door, obscuring everyone who was about to peek into the car. Damn this cop. I know he must be jealous because the policewoman was nice to me. However, I'm an American! I have the right to be treated when injured! To fight for my rights, I shifted my seat towards the next door. My hands were handcuffed, so I couldn't bang on the window. I didn't give up. I used my forehead to make a noise, crashing into the closed window of the car door. My efforts paid off. An old policeman who was busy securing the scene of a fight approached me now. He opened the car door, leaned in slightly and asked, "What's the matter, son?" I shifted my body so that the wound on my waist could be seen clearly. "Sir, I was injured earlier. Can't you rece
Adrian I don't know who the driver of the luxury car was, he just by giving a business card to the police, the police immediately became friendly. Now he and some policemen came to me. Sea leaned his head closer to my ear, she whispered, “Your acquaintance?” My shoulders go up and down. It can't be helped, I don't know who this black man is. The closer they got, the clearer what they were talking about. The black man said sternly to the police. "I guarantee this young man is good and is a hero." She was stylishly holding both sides of her waist and keeping a friendly smile while revealing her white teeth. “I am Louisiana Zulvian, will be the guarantor. He's not a criminal." "Why didn't you tell me you knew a politician?" whispered Sea. The sound of sirens made us turn around. Another patrol car arrives. Two cops… wait a minute. I know them. Two policemen helped me and Fany the other day in front of
Adrian I was on my way, so didn't want to pick up the phone. When stuck at a red light not far from the parlor tattoo location, I checked the cellphone screen. Brother called again and again. Meanwhile Fany also did the same. They're so compact that they're annoying, what's really going on? It seems that there is indeed something important, so my sister has called many times. Even though the streets were quiet, I could immediately dash to campus to pick up Fany. But there was no choice, I pulled the vehicle aside for a moment to pick up the phone from him. "What's wrong, sis?" I asked holding the phone. “I'm on my way to pick up Fany, can we talk later? "There's no need to pick him up," said Brother, who didn't know what he meant. “Fany has been brought home by her girl friend who is of Indonesian descent. You'd better go straight to your apartment." "Thanks for the info Sis, why did you meet Fany on campus—"
Fany Oh my God, Adrian came in with a battered face and wearing a dirty t-shirt. He was still smiling innocently as if nothing had happened, even speaking casually, "Sorry, I had some business, so I couldn't pick you up." "What's with your face?" I walked over to him, stroking his bruised cheek. "You fight?" "Well, there was a bit of trouble with the thugs." I squeezed the wound around his lips and made him wince. "I told you not to fight! Why won't you understand? Don't look for trouble! Why is it so hard for you to stop doing this?" He chuckled. "Enough, Fan. I understand." He wiped my cheeks from the tears. "Don't cry. I'm not looking for trouble at all. I'm just trying to help people in need." "Who?" "Her name is Elisa, girl--" "Whatever." I brushed his hand away. Another woman, another woman. After all he thinks I believe? He's Adrian Bened, the liar. He grabbed my arm
Fany Adrian was smart enough to take me to Starbucks, buy me green tea. After ordering a meal through the drive thru, the car parked in the crowded supermarket parking lot. He opened the top slightly and turned on country music at a low volume. "Comfortable?" he asked, then took a sip of his favorite Casscara Machiato. "Now tell me, what do you need help with?" "Actually it's about Mother." I immediately took a sip of my drink. He nodded slightly. "What's the matter with the perfect lady?" "Two weeks from Father's birthday and also their wedding anniversary." "Oh I see?" Adrian became enthusiastic. "Does your father need my help?" I shook my head. "No, but Mom invited me to come to a small party at a cafe. I know what kind of woman she is, she will definitely invite a lot of rich young men who are acquaintances of Father's business associates there to be arranged for me." I contin
[POV Adrian]-----He's a hell of a fighter. This is the first time my adrenaline has reached a saturation point inside my brain."If in the ten count you does not rise, you lose! One, two, three, and four...."Was it just me who fell, or... I was attempting to get up. My vision gradually improved, and I discovered he also attempting to get up."Seven eight......"I got up, and he did as well, but his body swayed and he fell to the ground."Yeah! I was victorious!" I knelt on my knees with both hands raised. To greet me the entire audience burst out laughing and aplouse. Some people threw money and plastic cups."Great boy, great!" exclaimed the Italian. He tosses a business card his way. "Come to me at that location. Tell them you were invited by Casillas Mancini, son. We are in desperate need of a fighter like you." He directed his finger at my opponent. "It's a shame he's not Italian. I'll see you later!"Mancin
[POV Fany]-----The big tall man fixed his gaze on me. Oh my God, my attempts to flee were futile. What happens next? My legs trembled, and I couldn't say anything."Ssh, don't be too loud." A man's voice was deep and hoarse, a voice I recognized.The index finger is held up to the mouth. Although he had a small bruise on the corner of his lip, his face was still adorable. He slowly drew me away to the back of the SUV. Anxious, he squeezed my arm, inspecting me from head to toe."Thank goodness you're okay," he said as he hugged me."Alex, what brought you here?"Alfred approached us from the side, clearing his throat. "At the police station, I ran into him. We reported a kidnapping, but they said they needed to wait twenty-four hours before moving."Fortunately, God has not abandoned me. I looked around for someone "Where Adria is? Al, did you tell him what happened?"Alfred gave a slow nod. "I was.
[POV Fany]-----The odor here is like urine. The chandelier in the dimly lit room moved slowly in the gust of wind. There is only my breath to be heard. The maniacs tied my back, arm, and feet to chair. They not here?This is my opportunity to escape, but how will I do it? Help me, God. I slowly moved my body, causing the chair to fall backwards until the armrest broke. Fortunately, nails are present at the fault. I successfully untied the knot in my right hand using the nail in my left hand. Now I do the same with the two ropes that bind my legs, and then with the ropes on my body; I am free to move.I approached the door, turning the knob slowly, but it was locked.Use your brain, Fany. Okay, perhaps this method will work. I arm myself with a chair and pound loudly on the door. Outside, there appeared to be a sound. I pounded on the door again, hoping they'd open it."Did you hear that voice, Amigo?" the first voice asked. "Come on,
[POV Adrian]-----He spun me around, kicked me in the knee, and then hit another guy who attacked him from behind.What's the matter with him?I'm not sure who he is, so why would he say something like that? Who is he, bald with a thin beard and heavily tattooed?The Royal Rumble battle is extremely brutal. They have weapons. Whatever means they employ to attack and defend.There are no weapons in my cell. That Italian ... I stormed out, yelling at the Italian guy in the suit."You're lying, there isn't a gun in there!""Who is lying, Merda?" He responded with a grating laugh. "Listen, your friend didn't put anything in there, did he?"He spoke to his friend before tossing a baseball near me, a smooth stick that I hope will become my best friend in battle.I was about to pick up the baseball bat when I was interrupted by another.The man in the suit exclaimed, "Please don't blame me, for you misfortu
[POV Adrian]----I parked my motorcycle near the pier in an empty shed. Fany should have been here, according to the directions, but there were only a few wild seagulls awake on the roof of this old, dim tin-walled barn. Could they possibly— Uurgh.Someone hit me from behind with a blunt object. Damn you, coward. My vision became blurry, and then everything went black. I can still hear some men chit-chatting."Let's finish him—""Stop talking. We are not hoodlums. Remember, honor, loyalty, and bravery. That is our motto. Take him there, as planned. Let's face it, manly."They drove me somewhere. There was a deafening cheer.Slowly, I can see clearly. I'm currently being held in a cell. Not only was I trapped in a cell, but so were several other people. The cells are arranged in a circle facing the field. Above the cell, there is a stage for a crowd of men and women facing the field. They cheered while carrying paper money
[POV Adrian]-----Pleasant licks on my penis caused me to moan loudly. They give it their all, a grope in the stomach, a peck on the chest. Yes, this is what I desired. But.... Fany, no, I'm not going to fall for this. I've never been rude to a woman before, but this time I drew the Japanese girl's head back until I heard a plop."Enough."Still clutching the hard veined thing, the American girl smiled seductively. Her voice had been artificially sweetened. "Do you want anything else, my stallion?"Even though it was stuffy, I pulled my pants up and kept my penis in. I grabbed the shirt that was lying on the floor and dashed to the garage door."You're not going to be able to open it. You must use a... key."But I can. I drew up the large garage gate until it slightly opened. He was correct; this thing weighed as much as a car.I knelt out of here, staring at the three girls. "Please fix my car right away. I'm going to wait ou
[POV Adrian] ----- I stated, "It's time to get to work. Ladies, please proceed." They're gorgeous mechanics, and they're enticing. Every move they make is lustful. Their sexy waist waddles as if they want to be patted. No, I'm not going to be tempted. I had to put up with it for Fany's sake. My promise to her means everything to me. They swarmed my car, wielding pliers and other tools. With her lovely legs, a Japanese girl pulls the wheel floor. The wheel floor is shaped like a skateboard, but it is larger and has four wheels. She was lying there, pushing the ground beneath my car. The black girl grabbed the vacuum cleaner for the car and began sucking up the dust. The American girl asked me to get the best engine in Alex's collection, propped up against the hood of my car. This is a decision I'm not sure about. It doesn't have to be the best; just being able to bring my car back to life is enough for me.
[POV Adrian] ----- A middle-aged man wearing a hat exited the tow truck with a friend. They were dressed in shabby white mechanical uniforms that were as filthy as their faces. They have an oily odor. "Mr Adrian?" inquired the younger, who wore a baseball cap with a beak on the back. "Mr Alex requested that we take your car to a private repair shop and invite you to select an engine there." That fast. "Okay." A tow truck came to pick up my car. I was sitting in the front seat, facing Alex's house. We sat down as a group of three. The car is moving at a slow pace. It appears that getting to the destination will take a long time. Dammit, I had to be a truant once more. A super-elite residential area not far from Beverly Hills is home to the tie-down pampers who believe they have the world at their disposal. Alex's house is larger and
[POV Fany]-----Someone suddenly kissed my lips after opening my mouth cover. "I can't wait to taste you, sweetie." He burst out laughing."Stop, you moron. When his girlfriend sees it, it will be even more delectable "said the person sitting next to me. "Is the duct tape gone? That's fine, stupid. This bird is about to sing."I beg anyone in my vicinity, perhaps they still have a conscience? "Please, my faggot, let me go. I'll pay for it and act as if nothing happened."They both laughed. I should have known that pleading would only make them float in contentment.The car engine continues to hum, and the vehicle continues to vibrate. It was hot and dark. I ran out of wiggle energy. Thank you, God, for still giving me salvation. They don't do anything bad, just the occasional hand squeezing of body parts. If they wanted to, they could do more....The sliding door slid open. I'm