Baiken Guilty Gear Novels & Stories

I texted back, "I'll meet you there. Need to make a stop first." There was a client in that area, a contact who supplied me with black-market hunter gear. Silver rounds, blessed blades, vials of wolfsbane... all the necessary tools of the trade. The sun dipped low as I reached the back entrance of the nondescript shop. A dingy neon sign blinked overhead, but inside, the place was a treasure trove of death-dealing equipment. I changed quickly in the backroom. Black leather pants, a tight tactical vest over a long-sleeved thermal, and steel-toed boots.

I got closer to the gym hall entrance and the sounds of the equipment filled everywhere. I walked in and I saw Big Kai's men working out. I looked around and my eyes fell on HIM. He is holding a gun in his hand, fixing it while talking to one of his men. My heart fluttered as I took in his physique. Shirtless. Grey sweatpants, black durag, and black leather gloves. His shirtless body is a sight. It is replaying last night's hot event in my head right now. Those abs are inside. Biceps and torso.