Gunshots Chapter 7
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He started walking furiously to Toyota, and all eyes widened cos he didn’t relent till he was two steps away from her.
“Chance!” Taylor shouted again, but he never stopped .
“F**king bastard” Zenith muttered, and Jaemin smiled.
“He won’t do it”
“How can you be so sure?” Sylvester replied.
“Just wait” Jaemin smiled wider.
Chance stood in front of Toyota, glaring so mad at her, but her glare swallowed his own, and his brows began shaking, then he suddenly smiled and pointed his axe forward, presenting it with a bow.
“You should use this on him instead, boss” he said, and Lambo giggled immediately.
“He’s just as crazy as his bro” Sylvester laughed.
“Even more” Jaemin replied.
“I knew it” Zenith said, rolling eyes at Chance who was still bowing.
Toyota turned her evil eyes to Tiger and gave him a smirk before walking out of the hall.
“Delilah, take care of the bodies with Jezebel. Lambo you should take over the training” she said by the door before leaving completely.
Chance finally stood straight and held his chest, breathing hard.
“Is she really human? I swear i got the chills, her eyes were staring directly at my soul, and my soul was begging me to stop” he said funnily.
“You’re madder than I thought, seriously” Delilah said.
“He’s actually senseless, not mad” Jezebel replied beside her, and she turned to her.
“Heard you’re a b**ch too, how about we get along?”
“Not bad” Jezebel smiled.
“Boss, are you ok?” Zenith and Jaemin walked to Tiger who was still standing on his spot.
Jezebel made to walk there too, but Tiger left the hall, his blood dropping down at each step he takes.
“He’s not even in pains, it’s a good gift to enjoy pains” Sylvester said.
“I know, right?” Lambo replied, walking to the remaining trainees while Delilah and Jezebel carried the dead bodies one by one, out of the hall.
“You have a dk you’re fking in here?” Jezebel asked after they disposed the second body.
“No, but I’m currently going after one” Delilah replied, and Jezebel smiled.
“Who?”
“Sylvester, I know he badly wants me, but he’s just hiding his desires. What about you? Who’re you f**king?” Delilah replied.
“The boss”
“Fking bch, you’re bad!” Delilah laughed.
“He’s huge, and a good fker, so why not? He’s so addicted that he can’t even fk any other p*ssy” Jezebel replied.
“Lies, he’s f**king the lady boss soon” Delilah smiled.
“That won’t happen, I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen, trust me” Jezebel replied confidently, and Delilah grinned, but she suddenly saw Sylvester ahead.
“Vester! She called, running after him.
He was still walking when she hugged him from behind, but he quickly pushed her away, and she staggered back.
“Come to think of it,you haven’t properly welcomed me” she smiled, coming closer again.
“I already told you to scrap your feelings! I can never f**k you!” He glared seriously and walked away, making his way to the gang training gym.
“Seriously?” Delilah smirked, following him.
Sylvester got to the ground and started practicing with the punching bag, stalling time till Jaemin will arrive.
Delilah walked in and hugged him from behind again.
“F**king stop it!” he shoved her away again and faced her, but she grabbed his face and kissed his lips forcefully.
Sylvester pushed her again, and she smiled as she licked her lips
“I missed your lips” she said, and Sylvester punched her on the face immediately, making her lips burst out blood.
“Oh…is this a duel, or real fight?” Jaemin asked, entering the place.
Even with the blood on her lips, Delilah was still smiling, licking the blood.
“Stay away from me” Sylvester glared and walked out with Jaemin.
“Even his harshness turns me on, why can’t I stop?” Delilah laughed, dipping her hand into the shorts she’s wearing.
She touched her p*ssy and brought it out. Her juice was already all-over it.
She licked it all and backed the wall, then she pulled down the shorts completely, fingering herself like that.
“Damn! Sylvester!” She screamed, pushing in her own fingers.
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<TERMINATOR’S DOMAIN>
Toyota sat in front of the wall, her second favorite place to be. It’s a spot where she can stare at the faces of all her victims and her victims to be.
She’s not smoking this time, and she’s not drinking either. She’s staring at the wall, replaying what happened earlier in her head, and as she did, she remembered when she killed the first victim when she was still 9.
<FLASHBACK~SIXTEEN YEARS AGO~ATLANTA>
The concrete room thudded below the feet of the three trainees as they walked into the hall in through different doors.
Toyota used the one by the right, Lambo entered by the left, and Denzel came in through the center.
They met in the middle of the room, then they lined beside each other, one feet apart.
Their trembling hands are behind them, and their lids kept shaking as they stared at the door, awaiting what’s gon happen next.
They’ve been training for a year now, and it hasn’t been funny, godmother Toxica is a tough woman, the toughest in Italy who takes just three trainees every two years, and they’re just lucky to get chosen, though they regretted it immediately they spent a week in the hellhole. The trainings are hellish.
” What task do you think she’s gonna give us?” Lambo spoke fearfully.
“Cut our own legs?” Denzel replied, and Lambo laughed nervously, but it ended shortly, and they both turned to Toyota who has been quiet. She’s staring into space, looking so cold as usual.
“Rachel, you aren’t saying anything” Denzel said.
“I’m ready to do anything she says, it’s not the first inhumane task” she replied without any expression, and Denzel smiled, staring at the wildcat beside him.
She’s always like this, but he even likes her coldness, maybe that’s why he’s so drawn to her.
Toxica finally came in, and they stood at tension, face straight as she made her way to them.
She’s in her early fourties, but she looks younger, a perfect replica of evil with her glittering purple lips and short hair. She’s wearing multiple hoop earrings, palazzo black pants and thin singlet plus heels that are the colour of her lips.
Cold sweat ran down their backs as she took each step.
She got to Toyota and pulled her gun, shooting her on the arm.
“Arggggg!” She groaned, grabbing the arm.
Denzel’s eyes widened, and he made to go there, but Lambo held him.
“Don’t do it” she said through gritted teeth, knowing it’d aggravate the situation at hand.
“I told y’all to go on a diet yesterday! But you ate raspberries! If you depend on food before fighting, then tell me how you’ll make a good warrior!” Toxica shouted, and Toyota quickly went on her knees.
Blood was still pouring out of her arm as she pleaded.
“I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again, godmother”
“Good” Toxica smiled, then she snapped her fingers, and three guards brought in three people whose face were covered with masks.
They plunged them in front of the trainees, then their masks were removed, revealing their faces.
Their eyes widened madly immediately they saw who they are.
The maid, lady Jubilee is in front of Toyota. The cleaner, lady Mona is in front of Lambo, and the oldest guard, Dickson is in front of Denzel.
“Your guns” Toxica ordered, and they brought out their guns at a time, hoping it’s not what they’re thinking.
“Heartlessness is one of the traits of a good revenge. If you can’t kill even the innocent, then you’re useless!” Toxica said, and their hands trembled more on their guns.
“Now, shoot the person in front of you” she said, and their eyes widened madly.
“No…. No I can’t kill lady Jubilee, I can’t!!” Toyota shouted.
“You said you wanted to revenge your parents death, now get it straight and shoot that gun!” Toxica shouted, and Toyota stepped back.
“I can’t do this, she’s not the one who killed my parents and twin!” She shouted stubbornly.
“Me too, I can’t kill lady Mona, she did nothing wrong” Lambo shook her head.
“And why would I kill Dickson? He has always been good to us!” Denzel shouted, and Toxica smirked.
She pointed her gun at Lambo immediately.
“Then, should I kill her instead?” She said.
“Don’t pull that trigger! Don’t touch it! Don’t!!!!!” Toyota screamed as Lambo began peeing on herself.
“Stop! Don’t pull it!” Denzel shouted and started crying.
Toxica never jokes with guns, once she says she will, then she will.
“Then do as I say, right now!” Toxica shouted, and they all got their guns again.
She was still pointing her gun at Lambo as they all aimed for their targets.
“Lady Mona” Lambo cried guiltily as she prepared to pull the trigger at the crying woman.
“Jubilee I’m sorry” Toyota sniffed, and the woman cried more.
“Dickson…” Denzel sobbed, closing his eyes to avoid the pitiful eyes of the old man.
“Pull!” Toxica shouted, and they all pulled the trigger at once.
Their bullets flew to the skulls of the innocent people, and blood splashed.
They all fell on their knees at once, and their guns fell from them as they started crying.
“Yes! Dominance!” Toxica shouted, grinning wickedly.
TO Be Continued
