Please, Love Me Again

Chapter 64: Me!

Saturday Morning.

"Where is he right now?" Geneva asked as he sat on the concrete bench built on a roadside. She wore elegant formal male sleeves and brown pants. She really looked like a real man. However, it made her feel weird that she talked using her female voice.

The person on the other end of the phone sighed deep, voice hoarse. "He is with me, looking dejected. He can't bear not to see you for a day."

"Just endure it for a day. I really can't bring him with me today." Geneva massaged her temples. "Alright, let me talk to him."

"Are you kidding me? You clearly know he can't speak."

"It's fine if he doesn't speak. Just let him hear my voice."

"Alright. Alright. Little Love, it's Geneva. She has something to tell you. Talk to her." Allen handed the phone to the kid who was leaning gloomily on the headrest of his bed. "The phone is in him. You can talk to him now."

Geneva sighed. "Darling, Little Love, forgive mom, okay? For today, I can't visit or accompany you. I really have something to do and I can't bring you with me. I'm sorry. I promise, when it's done, I'll be right back and take you out to play. Promise me, you won't make things hard for everyone at home, okay? You promise me to eat and sleep well. That way, I will feel assured when I'm away. Darling, I love you and will miss you. Alright, that's all for now. I have to hang up."

Geneva stood up and boarded on the bus that stopped in front of her. On the other hand, after the call, the little kid returned the phone to his cousin and laid down silently and closed his eyes, silently telling Allen that he wanted to be alone to get a sleep.

The ride only took more than an hour before they reached the boundary of the city and that rural place. It was a slightly remote area but not completely isolated.

Since the bus was unable to enter the place, Geneva rented a motorbike and drove by himself all the way through London Village.

London Village was a small village, a passing place going to the other city. There, the people were clearly living a simple life. Houses were made of bamboo and there's no electricity inside. But everyone was happy and content with their life. Their place was a place of harmony and freedom.

However, at this very moment, the London Village was in chaos.

Few households were destroyed. Their reared animals were stolen. And their men were all beaten up.

"Mom, help me! Help me! I don't want to go with them."

"Ana! Ana! No! No! Please, let go of my daughter!"

Ana was the most beautiful woman in the village. Many men wanted to conquer her but she was repeatedly refusing their love because she wanted to study first and help her family before entering into a relationship.

However, because of a gang, who took fancy on her, the village got into serious trouble. They hurt everyone who tried to save the young lady and snatched their animals which were their second source of income apart from farming.

"Your daughter is mine now. Go away!" A hooligan who has a thick ribbon necklace on his neck shouted. He also had a big scar that was marked across his face. He then kicked the old woman who was pulling them and trying to get her daughter back.

Both mother and daughter as well as the villagers were injured. They mostly reached into the hundreds in numbers but their force was nothing compared to the seven men who used in brutality.

"Mom!" The young lady suddenly bit the man's arm and rushed to her mother, hugging her tightly.

That man groaned in pain. Because of that bite, he became even more furious and scared.

"Bro Scars, this woman keeps rejecting you and even bit you. She is not appreciating your kindness at all." One of them said.

"Hold them!" The man who had the name Scars ordered his men. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he looked at the mother and daughter.

His four companions moved and held the mother and daughter separately, both by their arms.

The mother and daughter refused to let go but went in vain. Only their screams, despair, and begging roared in the place. As for the villagers, they fell into complete helplessness.

"You people are evil! God will certainly punish you!"

"These kids, why are they so evil?"

"How could they do this to us? What crime did we commit for us to suffer this?"

"Punish us? We, evil?" Scars laughed loudly and his men followed. Their laughter was like the howling of beasts in the wild.

He held his arm and smirked, staring at the young lady lustfully. He came to the old lady and suddenly grabbed her hair. "Since everyone is calling me evil, then I don't mind showing how evil I am!"

Scar held the old man's hand and broke one of her fingers. The old woman bawled in pain.

"No! No! Ahhh, Let go of my mom! I beg you, let go of my mom!" Ana whined, struggling endlessly.

"Let go of your mom?" Scar titled his head towards Ana and glared at her like a bloodthirsty beasts. "Fine, I'll spare her. But, you have to be obedient with me. If you dare to disobey me again, I can't promise when I will never lose control and kill your mom."

Ana nodded like a rattle drum. "Yes. Yes. I'll do whatever you say. Just spare my mom. She is already old. She can't take your beating any longer."

"Fine!" Scar let go of her mom and walked towards her. Ana closed her eyes, waiting for the torture of the man. She thought he would beat her, but what Scar did was unexpected. He suddenly tore her clothes, exposing her white bosoms.

"Wow!" Those gangsters exclaimed and gasped in excitement. "So white and soft."

"Hahahaha, it seems like I hit a jackpot this time."

Scars hurriedly stripped his pants down and pulled Ana forcefully closer to him.

For the sake of her mother, Ana closed her eyes as tears fell like streams in her eyes. As for her mother, she repeatedly begged for her daughter, exchanging her life for her daughter's sake.

Scars six companions cheered for him. They were clapping as if they were watching an entertaining show.

When Scars's lips were about to touch on Ana's lips, a motorbike roared ahead, dust and stones flew everywhere.

Under everyone's eyes, the driver of the motorbike took an abrupt halt. They had no idea who the new guest was, but they were stunned to see the moves he did.

With dust and stones soaring in the air like a water fountain, he leaped high. With a quick turn in the air, he booted a pebble, and that peeble flew extraordinarily fast towards the direction where Scars was standing.

That pebble rolling faster than the lightning speed and hit right on Scars' lips and he was thrown on the ground— face flat, groaning in pain, and blood burst on his lips.

Everybody on the scene was shocked, eyes popped wide.

Even those six gangsters were rooted to their place in disbelief.

The mysterious person landed on the ground and stood like a fearless warrior in the battlefield.

Scars, with much difficulty, slowly picked himself up, vision was blurry. After he managed to stand on an unsteady footing, he wiped the blood on his mouth and shouted furiously, enduring the pain. "Who the hell had the nerve to hit me?"

"Me!" A soft but cold and authoritative voice answered. "And I'm here to kill you."