Gunshots Chapter 19
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🔸(Orgasms & Guns)🔸
★THE DEVIL’S DOMINANCE★
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He lost her once when he left Atlanta cos of Toxica, and he’s not ready to lose her again, not now, not ever.
Toyota broke the back hug and faced him, then he bent over to lay kisses on her naked n**ples, causing a light moan to escape her throat.
“You like it?” He whispered, and she smirked.
“All you think about with your shitty head is my p*ssy, right?”
“Yeah, it’s all I f**king think about” he smiled, sparing the dishes on the table a glance.
“You should eat, I can feed you if you want, Tigress” he said, and she pushed his chest away before sitting.
“I’m not in for that lame thing bro” she said and picked a fork.
“Lame?” He replied, sitting beside her.
“Feeding, isn’t it part of what stupid people who think they’re in love do?” She replied, getting some pasta in the fork together with tuna.
“Love is stupid?” He asked with a frown.
“Can you just stop talking?” She replied, and he smiled, watching as she brought the fork to her mouth.
She had a taste and nodded, it’s better than she was expecting.
“You’re not scared? What if it’s poisoned” he suddenly said, and she smiled dangerously before facing him.
“My nose was trained to recognize the smell of poisoned food, so playing smart with me will only make you look stupid”
“Smarty-pants huh?” He replied, and she ate another lift.
“Rate me” he said, stroking her silkily soft hair, and that brought back memories.
Her hair was one of the things he cherished most back then in Atlanta, even till now.
The silkiness and softness, the tenderness on his palms whenever he touched it is part of what made him get crazily addicted to it.
Back then, she was just a resentful girl who wanted to get all the possible training from Toxica then get out of Atlanta and bring down all her parents killers, so her hair was none of her concern.
She always left it all tangled in locks, and it was him who took care of it and nurtured it till it grew to satisfaction.
He could still remember how mad he got when she tried to get an haircut back then, and that made him chuckle.
“Why the ugly chuckle?” Toyota asked, and he smiled eventually.
“I told you to rate my meal”
“7 on 10” she said, and he smiled again, still stroking her hair.
“You’re smiling too much, are you planning to kill me after this meal?” She said, looking into his eyes.
“I’m just happy” he replied, and she found it hard to look away from his face immediately.
Almost everything about him reminds her of Denzel.
Denzel was the only male who cared about her meals, the only guy who touched her hair fondly like this, the only boy who made her talk more than she wanted, but why is Tiger doing all this when he’s not even him?
Why? Who the hell is he?
Why is she feeling so at home with him when he’s nothing but his co-criminal?? The unanswered questions made the food turn sour in her mouth. Now she understands why she gets angry at him everytime
She hates getting confused like this, who the hell is he?
Tiger suddenly touched her face, and she shifted back, hitting his hand away.
“What?” He asked, surprised at her mood swing.
She spit out the food in her mouth, then she dipped her finger in her throat and vomited the one she ate, and she dropped the fork, standing up.
“Leave” she told him flatly
“And why the hell would you say that to me after wasting the food I cooked with all my energy? I’m f**king fed up of your crazy mood swings!” He shouted.
“Lasciare questo appartamento! (Leave this apartment!)” She glared venomously.
“Beh non voglio! (Well I don’t want to!)” He glared back, going closer to her.
She tried hugging her, but she pushed him away and got her gun, aiming for his head.
“Vattene, Tigre (leave, Tiger)”
“Cavolo! (Crap!)” He shot, walking out angrily.
Toyota brought down her gun, dropping it gun on the table before falling on the chair.
The fact that he’s a man gives him no right to confuse her, no man has that right, not even him.
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“You think you can play smart with Bloody Sinners? Shoot your guns, and your leader is gone” Chance smiled.
“Drop your weapons! Drop your weapons!” The Iranian shouted in Taylor’s hold, and all his men dropped their weapons immediately.
“On your f**king knees!” Chance ordered, and they went low on their knees.
Taylor plunged down their leader in front of them, then she joined chance and faced them.
“Blo… Bloody Sinners?” The leader stammered, almost peeing on himself.
“Descendants of The Terminator” Taylor replied, shooting down three of his men in a row .
“Don’t kill me! Please spare my life! Spare my life and I promise to leave both the cash and the goods! I swear on my life I’ll leave both and…
“Your life belongs to The Terminator, how dare you swear on it motherf*cker!” Chance interrupted, jumping down from the car bonnet.
He went closer to the leader grabbed his neck, forcing him to face the sky before inserting his gun into his mouth after pressing the trigger slightly.
“One word from you, and your head is gone,that’s Beretta M9 in your mouth” Chance smiled, and this time, he really peed himself as he began shaking.
“Which base are you from?” He asked his men.
“Qua….drangle!, Quadrangle in Iran” one of them replied.
“Bossed by Eagle?” Taylor said.
“Y…y…es” that particular one replied shakily again.
“Then you should have known better” Chance said and shot him down together with the remaining men.
Forgetting that he has a half-triggered gun in his mouth, the leader made to beg for his life, but immediately his throat moved, the trigger pulled completely, and his head blew off his body.
“Eew!” Taylor laughed as Chance picked his fallen gun.
He carried the bag of money, and Taylor got the bag of goods, then they got back in their car and drove off roughly from the port.
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<SIN-NATION~7PM~GENERAL DINNING HALL>
“Lambo is not here yet?” Sylvester asked as he came in with Jaemin.
“Heard she’s sorting out things in the lab with Zenith, maybe they found out something about the suspicious weapon from the artillery” Taylor replied from the long table.
Everyone is in already, except the two bosses and the two hackers.
“And why the hell are you always asking about Lambo?” Delilah asked as Sylvester served himself some food.
“And how the hell is that your headache?” He smirked.
“Wait… You have a crush on her or something?” Delilah probed further.
“So what if?” Sylvester replied.
“What!” Everyone chorused.
“Really?” Lambo said, coming in, and Sylvester’s eyes widened madly.
Taylor and Chance started laughing silently immediately, Jaemin joined in the laughter as Sylvester bit his lip.
“You were saying something” Lambo said, settling beside him.
“I was joking, I couldn’t have been serious” he replied without blinking, and Lambo smiled.
Delilah rolled eyes at her immediately.
“Thought you were working in the lab” Taylor said.
“I left it to my baby, she’d handle it” Lambo replied proudly.
“I must say… She’s good” Sylvester said.
“That’s why she’s wanted by so many syndicates” Jaemin replied.
They all dished their meals in wanted quantities, filling their plates.
No clan maid, so the trainees take turns to cook their meals, and Lambo tests for poison before it’ll be allowed into the dinning hall.
“So… Did you find something useful in the systems?” Jezebel finally talked, facing Lambo.
“Never knew you’re interested in the progress of the clan, Jezebat” Chance mocked.
“Me too, thought all she’s interested in is the underboss d**k” Taylor replied, and Sylvester started laughing with Jaemin.
“The fact that you two brought down the Iranians doesn’t give you the right to talk rashly to me, f**king idiots” Jezebel glared, holding her fork tightly.
“The last time I checked, this ain’t my first time talking rashly to you, so stop trying to cover up your dirts” Chance replied.
“Well… I’m newbie, so welcome to my world” Taylor winked, and Jezebel threw a table knife at her immediately.
She caught it and threw it back.
TO Be Continued
