Chapter 3 - More and more

Daisy rolled on the ground while her friend tried cosoling her. She wept and wept until her eyes were swollen. She ha lost it. She lost her daughter.

"It's okay Daisy, no need to begin to cry I've split milk".

"Oh I'll tell ya somthin' Rachael, the damn milk ain't split. I just lost my only daughter, or to be more precise, my only child and ya telling me not to cry? Go to hell". That darkened Racheal's expression but she kept mute. Daisy noticed this and immediately apologized. "I'm sorry Rachael, I wasn't thinking properly. I said it out of anger".

Racheal, the ever compassionate friend smiled at her and hugged her.

"It's okay, I understand

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🆂︎🅾︎🅼︎🅴︎🆆︎🅷︎🅴︎🆁︎🅴︎ 🅵︎🅰︎🆁︎ 🅰︎🆆︎🅰︎🆈︎.....

Swarez had it all. Money,fame, an power. But this dude was bad. Really bad.

🅕︎🅛︎🅐︎🅢︎🅗︎ 🅑︎🅐︎🅒︎🅚︎....

🅕︎🅔︎🅦︎ 🅨︎🅔︎🅦︎🅡︎🅢︎ 🅐︎🅖︎🅞︎...

Beads of perspiration adorned Swarez brows as he panted heavily while Daisy cowered back in fear 😨.

"Swarez please, you can't be doing this". Daisy pleaded as he drew nearer. "Please we are friends fo the love of Christ!"

"Shut your mouth you little wimp!" He removed his shirt and dragged her.....

𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙒𝘼𝙎 𝙃𝙊𝙒 𝙄𝙏 𝙃𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙀𝙉𝙀𝘿.....

🅟︎🅡︎🅔︎🅢︎🅔︎🅝︎🅣︎...

🅝︎🅞︎🅦︎...

"Haven't really heard about Daisy for a while now". He soliloquized as he puffed out smoke from his mouth. Of course he was smoking. "Anyways I'll love to see her". As soon as he finished talking, a young lady walked in, agitated.

"Sir.....

"Yeah?"

"She sent her goons again, this time with a warning that she'll kill you bot eith her own hands but by manipulating young girls ".

"You mean Daisy?" He asked unconcerned.

"Yes Sir ".

"So that's her plan? Hmp!" He then turned to the young lady. "Nora!"

"Sir!"

Send a message back to her that I'll be waiting even if it takes a century. Of course, send the message through one of her goons who will be beaten to pulp".

"Yes sir;" She then left.

He exhaled deeply and gritted his teeth.

"So she was serious when she said she'll come back for revenge. Ah! What a waste of precious time to thos wipms". He then yawned and drifted off to sleep.

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