Chapter 32

Stephen POV I gazed at the beauty sleeping beside me peacefully.  Though I was awake for more than an hour, I couldn't attempt to move out of the bed.  She snuggled into me, holding me tight as if her life depended upon me.  I decided not to wake her up as she was completely exhausted with yesterday's events. Thinking of yesterday, my blood boiled.  I slowly raised my hand to inspect her injured cheek. Tilting her head slightly, to gain a better access to the injured portion, I scrutinized.  It was completely swollen red.   I fisted my hands out of rage.  I was determined that I would rip the flesh out of that bastard's head for touching my angel.  I haven't been unable to calm myself down since yesterday.  I just wanted to go and beat him to death.  But my angel was my first preference.  She lay unconscious in my arms.  Probably because of the tension she underwent to get out of that bastard's brutal arms.  ‘Fuck' once again rage took over me and my stance is in disturbance occupied