#Chapter109
Squealing in absolute terror, heart racing like I am high on drugs because I know what comes with an Alexi eruption of anger, and the bastard is fucking fuming. I’m not dumb enough to not expect something awful in retaliation.
He catches the back of my t-shirt, yanking it firmly so I almost fall backwards with the sudden stop, to get a hold of me once he clears the furniture and is now in the space I occupied. I turn and bend to manoeuvre out of it just as fast, and he pulls it right off my head leaving me in a sports bra, not giving two shits if escape is the result. He doesn’t relent, throws it aside angrily and keeps coming behind me with intent. Chasing around my fucking room as Mico attempts another capture of one scary as shit Carrero and fails. So now there are three of us running around the room in a ridiculous game of catch the mouse.
