Dexter Deshawn Gun Novels & Stories

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."

I said, rising to my feet hurriedly in fright. Just the same way Riana terrified me, this stranger did the same but it was in a mild way in contrast with his. “You must be Novah Wesley.” He said, pushing his hand forward for a friendly handshake which I received. “Yes, I am.” I nodded, trying to coordinate my thoughts which were all over the place. “I’m Dexter Gunnar.” At the mention of the last name, I stumbled backwards as my mouth dropped open in shock but I was quick to shut it.

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

Dexter rushed to her and the bullet hit him. “Kaylee.” Kaylen called and was about to rush to them but Xavier held him and got under the table with him. “Let go of me.” He yelled in tears but Xavier held him tightly. The gunshots died down, Kaylee cried as she stared at Dexter and her mother. “Dexter, wake up.” She cried as she tapped him. She looked over at Clara and watched as blood gushed out of her. “Mummy.” She cried as she tried to reach for her but she couldn't because Dexter was on her.

His breath was heavy, heart hammering as Zeno approached, calm as ever. The older man pulled out a sleek pistol, cocked it, and aimed. “You know, I never liked messes. But you? You’re one I can no longer ignore.” He raised the gun. BANG. The shot rang out—but not from Zeno’s weapon. Zeno gasped, staggering backward as blood bloomed across his chest. The gun fell from his hand and clattered on the rooftop. Behind him stood Dexter, his son, his hand still trembling around the smoking pistol.

“Axel, I’ll blow your fucking head off if you don’t shut up. This is between me and Antonio. He thinks he’s better than me, but that ends today.” “What? You’re going to kill me? You’ll start a war in the family.” “You think you’re that important, huh?” He takes another step, but I don’t step back this time. I don’t just think it, I know I’m important. But I don’t say that to the man with the gun since I plan to walk out of here alive today. But maybe the universe doesn’t want me walking out of here alive like I’d hoped for myself because in that moment, Dexter pulls the trigger, and the loud gunshot is the only sound that pierces the air as I fall backwards and straight onto the ground.

Dexter stepped out from the shadows, lowering his gun. “He talks too much. I'm Dexter, your botler,”he giggled. He was tall, tatted and good looking. A corn row on his head. He looked more like a play boy than a mafia. He walked close to me, extending his hand and i grabbed it, trying hard to hide my fear, my grip firm. “Welcome to the real mafia life, boss. This is just the…begining.” a cruel smile on his lips.

Suddenly the gun stopped shooting and he realized that he was out of bullets. “Fuck.” He cursed under his breath. But he didn't stop, he threw the gun to the floor and got closer. The moment the guy stepped out to shoot, Dex closed the distance and slammed his fist into his face, unhanding the gun from him and throwing it far away from the both of them. Dex watched as he staggered back, blood spraying from his nose. But he recovered quickly, swinging his own fist heavily. Dex ducked under it and drove his elbow into his ribs, hearing a satisfying crack.