Chapter 8

• Nathaniel walked out of the room with a loud bang, running his hand through his hair as he walked to his room. He didn't understand why he did that. There was this angsty feeling in him that Angelina wanted him to have.
• And he had said it earlier, and God bless any motherfuvker who thought he could take his Angelina from him. He would fucking pieces him and feed him to the sharks.
• Nathaniel placed the phone on his bed, discarded his stained boxer and cloth then went to shower. As the water cascaded down his body, he couldn't help to remember her tear-stained face and groan again.