Dexter Deshawn Gun Novels & Stories

The TV gets louder. I pull out the modified gun, ensure that the syringe is ready. One shot for every target. We have four bullets for four hybrids. No room for error, but no need for the mess of traditional killing either. Just inject and leave. They'll be dead within minutes, never knowing who or why. Dexter's own gun is ready, his face focused in a way I rarely see. This is the aspect of him that destroyed the Howlstone Pack. Efficient, lethal, completely in control.

"How dare you go against me?! I am your king!" Dexter looked a shadow of himself, dark eyes, shrunken body, with a wolfish grin. "Not for long," he said, baring his fangs, "Now!" He ordered and the next second, the warriors cocked their guns, opening fire on me with silver bullets laced with wolfsbane.

If she had her way, she would never leave his arms again. Dexter made a lunge to hold her back but the sudden cocking of several weapons held him in his tracks. He glanced up to find at least six weapons trained on his person. He glared at her and shouted out in frustration, “Damn you bitch, I didn’t search the world for twenty years to be this close to finding my prize to not get it in my hands now! Get back here and open this safe.”

Malix Alphine “Woohoo!” I shouted after landing a clean shot straight through a man’s forehead, watching his body collapse lifelessly onto the ruined marble floor below. A grin spread across my face despite the chaos surrounding us. “I’m seriously getting better at this.” “Would you shut up for one second?” Dexter snapped, his voice sharp with irritation as his fingers moved rapidly across the screen of his tablet while his miniature laptop blinked with endless streams of code. “I’m trying to get the earpieces working again.”

Then, Maddox Dasher stepped in the wedding venue, the gun remains in his hand. The guests who had started to run was stopped when Maddox spoke, "Please stay calm as the wedding is going to happen right now." He put the gun back to his pocket and walked up to the altar. Pidge was still mourning, crying heavily. "Get up..." he held her arm. When she saw him, anger rushed down her veins when she stood up to slap him hard in the face. With a clenched jaw, he grabbed her hand roughly and said, "Maddox Dasher..."

he said. “Another word and you'll watch your daughter's head being dispatched from her neck,” I said, my voice low. I will never hurt a kid. “Don't touch my daughter,” Blake said. He wasn't pleading. “If you think Dexter will help you, then you have a better thought coming and that will be six feet below the earth,” I said. His eyes widened as he realized what I was about to do. I pulled out my gun and fired twice. The bullet ran through the middle of his head and his head fell forward, “clean shot,” I said. Some splash of blood fell on my face. I didn't bother to clean it as I stepped out of the dungeon.

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Dexter came out last. He walked out of the farmhouse itself, not the barn, through the front door, which meant he had been inside watching the entire approach. He was dressed simply, in dark clothes, no armor, with the loose unhurried confidence of someone who knew the numbers were in his favor and saw no reason to dress the occasion up.

A tense moment passes, and this time, I expect the worst. Dexter pulls out his gun and points it directly at Alex. “Give me one reason why I shouldn’t put a bullet between your eyes.” I have to intervene. “Dexter, please! He’s just doing his job. He’s not doing any of this on purpose.” I move closer to Alex and say, “Just wait here. I’ll call you when I’m done.” Alex looks at me and nods, as professional as ever. I look over at Dexter and we head outside, which is where I’m guessing my things are. We walk toward his car and he opens the trunk. I see all my things in there.

She went to the window to see what was happening. "Why are you doing this?" I asked Dexter. "Like I said, for the sake of peace" he said, bringing his hand down. "I don't want peace Dexter. I want violence always and I've brought myself to love it. You have ten seconds to take yourself and these goddamn truck out of here! I don't need your money" "It's not for you, it's for my child. He's my son also, remember?" He asked, walking closer to me. I adjusted the gun and he stopped.