Dexter Deshawn Gun Novels & Stories

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.

Don't judge. "Go ahead" Vincenzo says smirking. I look at Liam to see his hands covering his eyes, "I don't mind babe" is what Xavier says looking interested. Vincenzo takes out his gun pointing it at Xavier. "Its loaded" he says carelessly. I look at the gun my excitement coming back to me. " OH MY GOD! IS THAT A DESERT EAGLE MARK XIX?!!" I suddenly shout going towards Vincenzo.

Texas wasn’t one for too many words, so I am curious why he was saying this. My eyes catch his in the rearview mirror and I know something is up. “Nope, I’m sorry Mister Texas, but we need to go now. I hear she got herself shot and needs me to save her.” “I told you, she’s dead.” Dexter doesn’t hold his harsh tone and it pisses me off. The night is kind, and the streets lie empty as we take them with ease. We risked a lot tonight, mostly myself, but the trip opened up a lot of shadows resting in a restful pit. They were loose, free to roam and do its damage.

"Shit, we need to fucking go." Dex grunted, spitting out a wad of blood as he hurried to the back of the minivan. The back window was shattered from the roll, making it easy for him to reach in and grab two backpacks filled to the brim. I went a little wide eyed when he wrenched open a duffel bag full of various fire arms and types of silver ammunition. It was somewhat comforting to know that despite his usual jolly demeanor, his intimidating looks weren't just for show. He tossed one of the backpacks at Kade, and within seconds, was urging us to leave.

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.”

I looked at Dexter, and he gave me the same look. We both took of sprinting towards the men, followed by Bryan, AJ, and Kai. We got through the fence, and headed toward the men. The men started shooting at us, but the bullets missed us. I took the safety off of my gun, and started shooting at them. There were 7 of them, and I took out 2 of them. Dexter took out the rest. We approached the loading dock, and more men came out. I grabbed a knife out of my boot, and threw it at one of them. We wiped out all of them, and moved up the floors.

The cold metal was heavy, shaking violently in my hand as I pointed it unsteadily at his chest. "Get away from her! Get away from my sister!" Dexter actually laughed—a nasty, mocking sound. "Oh, look at the big girl, playing gangster! Did your new sugar daddy give you toys?" He took a step toward me, mocking my unstable aim. I pulled the hammer back with a trembling thumb, the loud, metallic click echoing in the room, sharp and terrifying. That sound stopped him cold. His bravado fractured. "Give me the gun, Davina," he hissed, his eyes wide and calculating.

"And just so you know, they were all wearing layered bulletproof vests. The blood that seeped through was just props. Well, they knew the consequences if the shots hit the head, though.“ ”Crazy bastard,“ Gaby growled, her teeth clenched, her voice breaking with anger. Narsha added pointedly, ”And what's more, you're a lousy shot." Dexter's plan was simple but deadly. When Gaby was distracted and busy laughing smugly after firing her shot, she unwittingly revealed her position. That was enough for Dexter to move, jumping onto the second-floor balcony. His steps were almost silent, hidden behind Gaby's frenzied laughter. He silently took out Gaby's men.

Ceres's POV My head snapped up just in time to see a figure descending from the platform. It was really Dexter. It had been years since I last saw him, but time had only sharpened him. He wore punk-style jeans and a cowboy hat, his sharp features illuminated under the dim bar lights. His eyes—always glimmering with mischief—still held that same familiar sparkle, like stars caught in his gaze. He scanned the group quickly before locking eyes with me. Then, just like that, his grin widened.