Angel With Gun Novels & Stories

Tumigil ang labi niya sa mismong tainga ko. “If he became out of your control, whisper my name…” “Just say my name, Angel... and I’ll burn this place to the ground with him inside.” paos, malalim, at seryosong bulong niya, his voice doesn’t sound like a paid gigolo or an assistant. His tone screams like he was a savior ready to burn down the world if something happens to me. “I’ll break every bone in that bastard's body before he even sees the exit. Just say the word.”

Kailangan ako nina Anghel at Axel. I jumped down to the lower deck when I reached the stairs, but I was stunned by two gunshots that echoed. Then, I saw her… Cent, who was holding a gun, pointing it at the man lying on the floor. She moved fast when she sensed me behind her, and directed her gun at me. I met Cent’s eyes. I tilted my head. Raised my hands. Showing her I have no guns at all. Nabasa ko ang pagtataka sa mga mata ni Cent. Her eyes were asking why I was standing in front of her. And in her eyes—her familiarity over me—she knows me. Fucking knows me.