Abigail collapsed on the floor, and for a moment, Lucky thought she was dead.
Fear flickered across his face, but when he saw her chest rising and falling at low motion , his body relaxed slightly. His eyes, however, remained filled with rage, his dark gaze showing no mercy.
As he stared at Abigail's limp body, all he could think about was her.
His eyes darted to the man he was holding, and he knew what was about to happen would be a bloodbath.
"Hey, who are you? I think it's best if you stay out of this," the man said, looking at Lucky, but in the next second, Lucky inserts his finger into his eye and pluck it out.
The man was silent at first, using his hand to cover his right eye, but then he screamed, his cry filling the air as his blood filled his body.
"Ah, my eye! Mummy, my eye! It hurts, it hurts a lot!" he wailed, rolling on the floor. The other men were in shock, looking at their boss's eye in someone's hand, being crushed like an egg.
Their lips parted in shock as they stared at the merciless man in front of them. In another swift movement, Lucky twisted the man's head, and their boss's head was dancing on the floor. Seeing this, they all started begging when they saw what happened to their boss.
Dylan, who was standing in the corner, brought a bottle of water, towel and sanitizer to Lucky, who cleaned his hand and applied the sanitizer before going over to Abigail, lifting her up gently in his arms, he carried her like a baby turning to Dylan he said,
"Finish them." The driver opened the door, and Lucky entered, still carrying Abigail, leaving Dylan to deal with the thugs. "Do you know something? I just pity you guys. You've touched the wrong person. You've got guts to touch his property. Just say your last prayer." He said this as he gave one of them a dirty slap.
.....
After a few minutes, Lucky arrived at his grand mansion, where the impeccably dressed butlers and maids greeted him with a bow as he walked in. He strode straight to his lavish bedroom, gently cradling Abigail in his arms, and carefully laid her on the plush bed. With a tender touch, he caressed her skin, noticing its chill, and instinctively decided to draw a warm bath to soothe her. Despite her disheveled appearance, with a face etched by hardship and a few bruises that marred her porcelain skin, she remained, in his eyes, the most captivating and radiant woman on Earth. Her beauty shone brighter than ever, illuminated by the love and adoration that filled his heart.
He gazed at her face with a mesmerized intensity, as if beholding a wonder of the world for the first time. Her countenance, so serene and tranquil in slumber, was a stark contrast to the vibrant, fiery spirit he had encountered earlier. Entranced, he couldn't resist the urge to tenderly trace the gentle curves of her jawline with his fingertips, as if to reassure himself of her presence.
"What enchantment have you woven around me, Bluey? This is no longer the Lucky I know!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder and a hint of bewilderment. As he rose to his feet, his eyes remained fixed on Abigail's tranquil form, before he turned and strode towards the bathroom, where he discovered the bathtub filled with warm, inviting water, as if beckoning him to surrender to the magic that had taken hold of his heart.
As he returned to the room, he sat beside her, gently guiding her into a sitting position, and tenderly nestled her head on his shoulder, as if embracing her in a warm hug. With a delicate touch, he slowly unzipped her garments, revealing the radiant, smooth skin beneath, and carefully slid the fabric down her shoulder. He undressed her with reverence, leaving her adorned in only her vibrant blue undergarments. His gaze remained fixed on her face, his eyes locked on hers, as he endeavored to resist the temptation to glance downward, his focus solely on the serene beauty before him.
An elderly woman, her silver hair and gentle demeanor exuding warmth and wisdom, entered the room and approached Lucky with a concerned expression. "How is she faring?" she inquired, her voice soft and soothing. "She remains unconscious, but stable," Lucky replied, his eyes never leaving Abigail's serene face. The old woman's gaze fell upon Abigail, and she studied her with a discerning eye. "She's a lovely creature; her essence shines through," she remarked, her voice filled with a deep understanding. "Indeed," Lucky acknowledged, his voice barely above a whisper, as he struggled to tear his gaze away from Abigail's captivating presence. "Might I impose upon you to assist me in bathing her?" he asked, his hesitation evident. The old woman's eyes sparkled with a knowing glint. "Alas, my duties beckon; I shall fetch whatever she requires, but the bathing, you must do yourself," she said with a gentle smile, before departing, leaving Lucky to his tender task.
He undressed her with practiced ease, deftly unhooking her bra and revealing her full, round and soft breast.
He inhaled sharply as they came into view their Milky smoothness mesmerizing him, for a moment, dirty thoughts flickered through his mind but he pushed them aside.
With gentle strength, he lifted her and carried her to the bathroom, lowering himself into the bathtub and settling in comfortably.
He positioned her to straddle him, her head resting against his chisled, masculine chest, her breast pressing warmly into him.
"God, it's so soft," he murmured to himself as he began to wash her body with tender care. After he finished, he gently dried her off and carried her to the bed, laying her down with a delicate touch. He slipped off her damp panties and carefully covered her with the bedsheet making sure she was warm and comfortable.
He got himself dressed then tenderly attended to his beloved Abigail, gently combed her hair, and lovingly placed one of his shirts on her. In a moment of unthinking affection, he softly kissed her forehead, catching himself smile at his own endearing gesture. He realized, with a hint of wonder, that her presence always seemed to lift his spirits and transform his mood for the better.
"You're really messing with my head, Abi," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and affection, as he gently laid her down on the bed. Moments later, he lay beside her, his eyes growing heavy, and soon he drifted off to sleep, surrounded by a sense of tranquility and comfort.