My Best Friend's Brother: The Husband - Book 2[First Draft]

Chapter 30: Blind Rage

TRIGGER WARNING!
This chapter includes violent content.
~~~💍~~~

Christian:

I took her on every surface of our room. I showed her, for the first time, exactly who I was. I'd been holding back for months; even after we were married, I just wasn't ready to unleash the dark hunger that had settled within me. She was out cold on our bed; Chloe, my wife. I smiled at the thought of her naked body tangled in my sheets. The residue of her screams echoed in the back of my head as I pulled on a pair of slacks.

Being with her was soothing and all, but I still had things to take care of. People to take care of before they end up hurting her. I whistled absent-mindedly, shrugging on a plain white shirt and snatching the new pack of cigarettes that sat on the dresser. I looked over my shoulder, giving her one last glance. A smile curled up on my lips.

I knew from the day I met her, that I would kill for that woman and I had, just a few hours ago but there was still a long way to go before she was safe. Before our family was safe. Sighing I quietly left the room and headed downstairs into the family room. My eyes locked on Vincenzo's. The moment he saw me, his lips curled up into a sinister, knowing smirk.

I frowned, pulling a cancer stick out of the box in my hand before joining the rest of the family on the couch. Rachel and Roger snorted when they noticed me while Lydia and Mom wiggled their eyebrows at me. As for, Carlito, his brown face had gone pale and red all at the same time. There was excitement in the air and a teasing sort of atmosphere. What the fuck is going on?

"Why are you guys just looking at me like that?" I grumbled as I lit the cigarette, throwing the box on the coffee table.

My sister giggled and opened her mouth to say something but a high-pitched voice beat her to the chase.

"Daddy! I think something's wrong with mommy!"

My eyes widened as Lisabeth came running toward me, Miliani on her tail. My body went on high alert and I reached for my gun. What was she talking about? I just left Chloe on our bed.

"What—"

"I heard her cursing really loudly and she was screaming your name!" Her face was scrunched up in a worried look while my eyes widened.

My body froze as what she said registered and the cigarette between my lips was forgotten as my mouth hung open. The room erupted into laughter while I cursed as the lit cigarette burned through my slacks, quickly grabbing it before it did any more damage.

Then it hit me, the horrifying realization that we; Chloe and I were loud. We were really, really loud. Now everything made sense, the weird smirks, the weird looks, the look on Chloe's father's face. Oh God! I could imagine how awkward he felt. I knew if I were in his shoes, I'd probably be the same.

"Dad," a singsong voice grumbled, "Help mommy!"

My eyes focused on my daughter once again and I let out a breathy, awkward laugh. I took a deep drag from the now, almost burnt-out cigarette and sighed. Chloe would kill me if she saw me smoking in front of Lisabeth.

"There's— there's nothing wrong with mommy sweetheart," I finally forced out, "Mommy and I were just uh... we just—"

The words got caught in my throat. How do I make the statement 'mommy and I were just fucking' child friendly? Lisabeth looked at me curiously, patiently waiting for my response.

"Well are you gonna give the girl answer?" my sister asked laughingly.

I shot her a glare as the room once again erupted in laughter and I pinched the bridge of my nose. How did I manage to get myself into this one?

"Daddy?"

"Lisabeth, sweetheart, mommy and I were just playing okay?" I groaned out.

"Oh", she mumbled, "Well next time don't play so loudly okay?"

She skipped away and grabbed Miliani's hand who was trying her best not to laugh. Then she dragged her toward the garden.

"Sure, cugino. You guys were just playing," Vincenzo chuckled, "But like your daughter said, don't play too loudly. The whole house beard you."

~~~💍~~~

The days passed by slowly, and soon, Dwayne had sent another one of his goons. I would have simply killed him off if he hadn't been so stupid as to hurt my wife.

We all made the fatal mistake of leaving Chloe home, alone, with Lisabeth. Gerald had stayed behind to look after them but my wife insisted he rest. That's when he attacked. When we got back, I found Chloe with a bandaged arm, Gerald with a bruised face, and the man, knocked out on the floor. Gerald quickly explained that the man tried to kidnap Chloe while our daughter was in the bathroom. Chloe had her gun on her and when she attempted to shoot at him, he shot her in the arm.

I saw red. Before I knew it I had dragged him, kicking and screaming, down to the basement with Milani, Vincenzo, Angelo, and Carlito hot on my trail. I strapped him into the chair, the others were silent behind me as I unthinkingly grabbed a  random knife, not caring which one it was.

Wordlessly I slashed the blade across his chest, eliciting the satisfying sound of his loud pained scream.

"Christian!" my father-in-law scolded but I paid him no mind.

My anger was already at its peak and believe it or not I was holding back a significant amount of it.

"You've got some fucking balls," I snarled feeling my blood boil under my skin as I gripped the knife, "What made you think you could successfully kidnap my wife? She's my wife!"

"Naneun geunyeoleul nabchihalyeodeon geos-i anila geunyeowa segseuhalyeogo haessgo geunyeoneun nado geoui heolaghal ppeonhaessseubnida," he groaned out, a sick smile on his face.

My lips curled up in a sinister, sick smile as I plunged the knife into his shoulder and pulled it back out before repeating the acting in the same spot three more times.

"Speak," *stab* "English!"

His screams filled the room once again. I glanced at Miliani, her face was red as she glared at the man.

"What did he say?" I demanded lowly.

She glanced at me, "You might not like it, Chris. You might kill him before we get the answers we want."

I assessed the risks, knowing I needed to be as calm as I possibly could be. She turned back to the man and scowled, holding her hand out to me for the knife. Hesitantly, I placed it in her hand, only just noticing it was a double-serrated blade.

"Park Jeyeon, what does my brother want?" she spat at the man, " And speak English, please. You know I hate having to repeat myself so no funny business."

*****

Translations:

naneun geunyeoleul nabchihalyeodeon geos-i anila geunyeowa segseuhalyeogo haessgo geunyeoneun nado geoui heolaghal ppeonhaessseubnida:

I wasn't trying to kidnap her, I was trying to fuck her and she almost let me, too.

~~~~~💍~~~~~