Dexter Deshawn Gun Novels & Stories

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.

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.

His reason for joining was the same as what he told Gaby when he captured her. “Your father and a female warrior came out of the forest entrance,” Dexter explained, his voice calm but full of pride. “And that's where you shot them indiscriminately, not even noticing that it was not me or Narsha.” He hugged Narsha's waist, "Am I crazy to put her in danger?" He continued his story. "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.“

Together, they were untouchable until they loved the same man. Dominic Finn didn’t walk into their lives he stormed in all slow grins and broken knuckles, a gun tucked under his coat like a rosary. He wasn’t from Chicago but his name made its way through smoke filled poker dens and blood soaked alleyways like a prayer or a curse. He was a made man before he even knew what it meant to belong.

He stepped into my line of sight, his expression grim and devoid of the easy professional optimism he had displayed just minutes prior. "Ms. Hale," the doctor said, choosing his words with immense care. "Your driver, Mr Dex, is currently in the intensive care unit. To be entirely frank with you, by the time our emergency crews received the call and managed to navigate the conditions to arrive at the scene, Mr. Dexter had already lost a huge amount of blood. The surgical reports show that he had been shot prior to the vehicle rolling, and he sat out there in the rain, bleeding for nearly two hours before extraction."

The sound of blades clashing, claws tearing through flesh, the screams—some of rage, some of death—they all faded into the background when I saw him. Dexter. He was on the ground. Fucking hell. Blood—thick, dark—was gushing from his mouth, pouring down his chin and neck, soaking into the dirt below him like the forest had decided to drink him alive. His hands were trembling, still trying to push himself up, but his arms gave out and he collapsed again. “Dex—” My voice cracked. That’s when I saw Whitney. She was already moving toward him, her boots crunching on the gravel and twigs, gun gripped in her hand like she’d been waiting her whole damn life for this moment.

Hearing my word he stops his track and turn around to face me as he explained, "You're really naive Lily. I know this world is new but how can you be this dense? Let me tell you, you're already in this world the moment your brother is so you can't get the treatment of a newbie and also with your brother having a status of rival and old friend is a more reason why you're special. Ok, it's enough talking, let's not delay it anymore. I am the one who is gonna train you in shooting and close combat. There will be another person to show you how to learn assassination and undercover skill, her name is Vanessa Hughs." After saying that, Dex gives me a gun. I took it and surprise by the weight of th