Dexter Deshawn Gun Novels & Stories

"She didn't even know I was her true mate." I stepped forward but didn't speak. What could I say to a man who seemed like he had lost the only thing that mattered to him? I was bracing for him to go berserk and strike, but then, behind him, a strange sound caught my attention. Branches were cracking, and I also heard careful steps punching into the soft earth. We turned and saw Dexter emerging from the shadows. His armour was clean. It had no bloodstains, dirt, or sweat marks. He stood tall, refusing to fade into the background. He didn't look at Xavier. Didn't look at me or Zordon. His gaze fell straight to Kendra's lifeless body.

I need to get a cut soon. The warehouse door opened before Joe got to it. “Hey man, what’s up? Glad you could come so quickly,” Dex greeted. Dex was D.J.’s cousin. Dex was an enforcer. He made sure the distributors didn’t try any funny business with D.J. Standing at six foot four and 180 pounds, Dex was the right man for the job. He kept his afro short. “Hey,” Joe said and went through the threshold. Dex closed the door.

I grabbed it, dragging it toward me before carefully unzipping it. A long, heavy box was inside, tied with a smooth ribbon. Without thinking, I unwrapped it and lifted the lid. I had a hard time breathing. It's a gun. Black. Smooth and lethal. Next to it is a handcrafted leather thigh holster that is made to keep it out of sight. I felt the cool metal with my fingers and could feel its weight in my hands. Dax didn't only take this weapon on a whim; it wasn't random. This was something he had planned. He had made arrangements for this. For my own benefit.

the guy says as he walks forward, then pulls out a pistol from the shelf compartment. “Desert Eagle Mark XIX, Serial Number: DE123456L789. This is a powerful Russian beauty. All you need to do is pull the trigger from any ground your feet stand on. I bet you Matriarch Alessandra is already dead meat.” The guy says as he passes me this pistol. Trust me when I say that I do not only like how he describes how Alessandra is going to become dead meat, I also like the fact that this pistol is lightweight. Something I can keep hidden until I achieve my goal.

Dexter thought about how it would pain him if he lost his Gamma. His family wasn't perfect, but he loved them. To lose his grandmother would be a significant loss in his life too. He held Taesha in his arms as they lay in bed and cried together. Then, they took a flight to Taesha's home for the funeral, and he served as one of the pallbearers for funeral. Unfortunately, they all had come together on such a sad occasion, but Dexter met even more of Taesha's family. She showed him pictures of her Chinese father, and Dexter could see the resemblance. He loved his mother-in-law. Taesha's Chinese father couldn't appreciate what he had in this woman, Taesha's dear mother.

This could be the only thing she could come up with that would cause less destruction. Dexter clawed at Brian's face as he howled in pain. Dexter was about to rip his neck when someone shot him. The bullet hit his shoulder as he limped back. Fiona's heart dropped when she saw Pedro holding the gun. Dexter fell on the floor as he shifted back to his human form. Blood oozed out of his shoulder and the way his wound was turning black to an extent that his veins were turning black told her it was a silver bullet. Pedro was about to shoot again when she screamed. "STOP!"

"Dexter is the General's son! He's been trained since birth!" "That hunter has a death wish!" A bookkeeper quickly set up a table. "Bets! Placing bets! 10 to 1 on Dexter Muse! 50 to 1 on the Hunter!" People rushed forward, slamming coins down on Dexter’s side of the table. They mocked Dean, calling him a fool and a braggart. "He thinks killing rabbits makes him a soldier," one warrior laughed. “What a loser. Dexter will add him to his long list of defeated opponents after now.” Another cackled, betting everything in his pouch.