The Goons

Kingsley’s eyes flickered, and he opened them. He grabbed Rose’s hand and again said, “Rose!” and finally lost his consciousness.

“No, no, please, please, wake up! Wake up!” sobbed Rose. But she made sure that the pressure on Kingsley’s wound was tight. She was not letting even a drop fall from the wound.

She turned to look around, but there was no one. She was alone with an unconscious body, and she had no way to help him. Her phone was inside her kitchen. If she ran to bring that back, the man before her would lose a lot of blood, and that would be life-threatening.

She knew what it felt like when someone died or was on the precipice of dying. She had already lost her mother, and her father was in a coma. She had no parents. She just had a stepmother and a stepsister, a so-called family. And she knew that the man lying before her must have a family. She could feel the pain his family would feel when they would know that he was dead.

Tears started streaming down her face, but she never let the pressure get loose. “Seth! Seth! Please come soon!” she cried, praying to whatever god would listen to her.

Suddenly she heard a few footsteps, and she shouted at the top of her lungs, “please, please, here! Please help! he is bleeding! He is dying! Please help!”

The footsteps kept coming close and the moment two tall figures appeared before her, a loud gasp escaped her mouth, and she stopped breathing. She didn’t think that the killers could come back after she sent them packing, but the killers were back. They had guns pointed at Rose and Kingsley’s heads, and they looked extremely angry.

“You bitch!!! You fooled us!” snapped one of the goons and waved his gun at her.

“No, no!” cried Rose, but the goons didn’t care. One of them moved close to her and grabbed her by her hair. He started pulling her away from Kingsley, but she kept the pressure on his arm. “No, nooo!!!! Stop! Ahhh! Ow!!!” she cried in pain.

The goons pulled her up and threw her against a wall. He grabbed her neck and pressed her hard into the wall. “So, you were giving him pleasure? And now he is lying dead? How hard did you fuck him?” laughed the goon.

Tears kept streaming down Rose’s face. She kept clawing at his hand, but he was not ready to let her go.

“Okay, how shall we do this? Should we fuck her first and then kill him, or kill him first and then fuck her?” asked Goon 1. His friend laughed and licked Kingsley to find out if he really was unconscious. When he was satisfied, he faced Rose and smiled at her.

“Well, she is hot! We can fuck her first. He is not getting up anytime soon,” laughed goon 2.

“Ohh! This day is so lucky. We get to kill the devil, Kingsley Aguilar, and then get to fuck a hot woman. By the way, who are you?” asked Goon 1.

“You know what, I recognise this bakery. This is going viral on all social media. The Kunafa Doughnut is worth killing for. Do you make them?” asked Goon 2.

“Please, he is dying. No one should die. Please help him!” sobbed Rose.

“Then strip! Ride me like you were riding him, and then we will walk away. I promise,” said Goon 1.

“Wh…at?” sobbed Rose.

“Do it! I promise I will leave him alone. See this… I cross my heart and hope to die,” said Goon 1 and literally crossed his heart.

But the moment Rose saw the blood oozing out of Kingsley’s arm and flowing on the floor, she lost her mind. She knew she had to save him, no matter what. She didn’t mind that she was going to die. She felt like she was standing in the rain, but the rain was not drenching her. She could hear screams coming from the unconscious man’s mouth, but somehow those sounds sounded like a female voice. She felt like she was not inside a bathroom but standing on a street, and everyone was staring at her.

Everything was a blur for her. All she knew was that she had to save the bleeding man, the man called Kingsley Aguilar. And why did the goons call him a devil? She took a deep breath and, without thinking twice, kicked the goon standing before him between his legs.

Goon 1 gasped loudly, and all the air was knocked out of his chest. He groaned and fell down to his knees. She pushed the other goon out of her way and knelt down near Kingsley. He again put pressure on his wound and begged him, “please, please wake up! Please wake up!"

“You slut! You hit my people. I will kill you. I will kill you and then fuck you, fuck you till you bleed to death,” shouted Goon 2 and pointed his gun at her head. His friend was now on the floor, writhing in pain.

Rose instinctively threw herself over Kingsley and tried to cover his upper body with her own. But her body was not enough to cover his large, muscular body. She was a tall woman, but all the hard work in her bakery had kept her slender.

Tears had now soaked Kinsgley’s shirt. Goon 2 gritted his teeth and pressed the barrel of the gun against her head. A loud bang echoed in Rose’s ears. She pressed her eyes tightly and waited for the pain and blood to appear. She knew this was her last moment on earth. She thought about her father and apologised to him for leaving him alone in the world.

The next person she thought about was Seth, her best friend, the co-owner of her bakery. He was the only person she could call her family. She knew the sassy man would say something funny to make her forget her pain before dying.

She then thought back to her mother. She had her pictures, and that was the only reason she knew what her mother looked like, because she never remembered anything about her. She only knew that she had died in a car accident and nothing else. And for years, after her father fell into a coma, there was no one she could talk to about her mother.

But no pain, no blood appeared. She opened her eyes and touched her forehead; it was intact. She looked around, and her eyes fell on a tall, handsome, muscular man standing at the bathroom door with six men standing around him. The gun in his hand was smoking from the barrel.

“Please! Please don’t kill him!” she sobbed.