My Bestie's Dad Likes Me Wet-Chapter 118 I Hate Him

NALA POV

"Is she with your baby?"

He should have corrected them immediately, told them no or something concrete but the heavy silence is all I needed to know that Ivin might be more unhinged than I give him credit for. When he finally said "Yes Pa" I bit down on his tough palm, hoping he would unhand me but much wasn’t on my side as usual.

I hate him.

Even more so, I hate the way the older men at the table watch him manhandle me and none of them has the decency to act shocked or concerned.

No. They were all focused on him like he’s their demigod and I’m just a small girl in his clutch but this small girl ain’t backing down.

In one final attempt to get free I slowly stopped fighting and loosened up against him. I noted the way his chest relaxed against my head before I tackled him and this time I ensured my elbow connected with his groin before pushing him off me and escaping his grip.

I ran through the room and was about to get to the second entrance that was not guarded by his men when I ran into a feminine figure who pushed me to the floor like I was a bag of dirt.

"The fuck?" I yelled at her in pain, massaging my butt for the rude contact with the floor.

"Are you blind? Or dumb?" She paused, twirling her bleached locs between her fingers and chewing bubble gum like it’s the only thing she could eat. "Or maybe both." she said more firmly this time.

Still towering above me, I fought the urge to tackle her to the ground from my position but that would mean I have to spend more time in this annoying place and within reach of crazy Ivin.

I stood up immediately and tried getting past her to make my way towards the open door calling my name but her hand shot out, holding my arm.

"If you don’t unhand me this—"

"Thank you Dixie, I will take it from here" Ivin’s voice came from behind me. Very close and in that instant I knew my escape attempt flopped hard. Ivin’s hand wrapped around my shoulder like we were lovers but his fingers digging into my shoulders painfully said otherwise.

Every attempt to fight him off or escape went down the drain. I couldn’t even shake the fucker’s hand off my shoulders.

"She’s a feisty one, son... but lemme tell ya something, those wild ones" he paused as if picking his words carefully. "Always a damn delight to tame."

"None of y’all got what it takes. Always running your mouths about taming, when—"

"The pregnancy hormones makes her fierce."

"Which fucking preg—"

"She will be staying here for now till I’m more settled" he added as if it’s okay for him to interrupt me and lie about me like I’m not even there.

"Is she your ol’ lady or a hang around?"

The eldest man who Ivin has been referring to as Pa asked and around him I can see the men nodding in support and eyeing me like I’m their next meal.

If Ivin would be dropping me off here I might as well fake cooperation till I can finally sneak off. Before Ivin could open his mouth this time I answered for myself.

"I’m his ol’ lady. Why will I be a hang around when I’m with his baby" I explained with a fake smile, rubbing one hand over my flat belly and looping my second hand through his like I didn’t just attempt to run away minutes ago.

"Let’s talk boy" the older man, who looked strict, said while Ivin untangled himself from me, exiting the room with his Pa.

There was an awkward silence soon after the door closed behind them and I could feel all eyes on me. From the older men that looked strict and menacing to the younger men eye fucking me or eyes lingering too much on my boobs or ass to the women looking at me with spite and envy. But there was one particular set of eyes not bothering to hide her ugly scowl.

Dixie.

Or whatever the fuck Ivin called her. She looks like a pick me woman but who knows, I might be wrong. But I’m rarely wrong.

"You don’t fit in with us ginger" she snarled, walking slowly towards me on the stool I finally made myself comfortable on. On a normal day it would be rude to try picking a fight with a stranger but it seemed every other person was willing to watch how this would play out.

"I wasn’t made to fit in Dicky" I met her eyes with a harsh glare of my own. "I stand out" I ended with a sugary fake smile. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

"It’s Dixie. Bitch"

"I get it Dicky. Anything else?"

"The fact that you carry a bastard in you does not make you his ol’ lady. Only a member can be the president’s lady" she hissed, stepping closer and closer with each word, her eyes glaring daggers at me. Thankfully I’m immune to that.

"And I wouldn’t mind beating the bastard out of your body. I will be doing everyone a favor"

That’s the thing about stupid people, they are not even smart enough to pretend to not be stupid.

"We won’t know if we don’t start." I maintained my eye contact. "Dicky" I rubbed it in for more emphasis.

I didn’t have to wait too long cause that seemed to hit a nerve as her fist came flying towards me which I blocked with my hand clamping down on her wrist while my other hand slapped the shit out of her face.

I didn’t allow her to catch her breath from that as I fisted my hand in her hair, wrapping it around my fist so I could hit her head on the wooden table beside us.

I hit her head hard three times while she screamed and thrashed herself painfully around like the weak weasel she was, or maybe because I twisted her arm behind her and her bones already snapped hard.

I found a rhythm in slamming her head against the table and even after I started to see splotches of blood against the table I still didn’t stop.

It’s so much fun but Dicky was no longer thrashing. She lost her spark already?

I wasn’t able to find that out as my leg was floating in the air before I could blink. For help I was being carried away bridal style and when my eyes happened to meet Ivin’s furious gaze it was then I saw the ruckus my small drama already caused.

Dicky was on the floor, unconscious and one of the men was screaming for first aid while another was screaming for a car to take her to the hospital. I would have suggested they dunk her head in a bucket of cold water but the way Ivin was breathing hard and the furious scowl on his face I decided against that.

It wouldn’t be bad if she actually died.

Only less pick me to grate on my nerves.

He didn’t speak during the drive to wherever he was taking me. Just held me against his chest like I was cargo he was delivering, his jaw tight the whole way. The silence was worse than shouting somehow.

I expected to be locked in the car or maybe a cage but not to be thrown on a very soft bed that felt like clouds. And one thing about me is that I love beds. I even delayed breaking up with one of my ex-boyfriends cause his bed was soft and reminded me of a hot doughnut. What would I not do for a soft bed?

"I’m talking to you?" Ivin roared, bringing me back to earth from my bed universe.

"Care to repeat it." I faked a smile. "With less shouting this time sugar. I’m not getting younger" I flashed him another smile.

I could see him open his mouth to shout then shut it again, probably thinking against it before looking at the wall above my head for seconds. Maybe counting down to 100 to calm himself. That’s a good approach if you ask me.

"Why the fuck did you beat her up Nalayna?" This time he asked in that infuriating cold and calculated voice that annoys the fuck out of me.

"Take me back to my brother Ivin" I added in my own cold voice, not bothering to play the sugary game with him.

"Hell would freeze over" he muttered with his teeth clenched and his hands fisted. The vein on his forehead looked like it would pop if stressed more.

"I hope you have damage control for everything and everyone around you cause I’m not stopping till I’m back where I belong with my brother"

"You belong with me now Nalayna. Get used to it"