روايات وقصص ضمن I'll Be Your Number One With A Bullet

“Mr. Bullet.” He checks his tablet. “One billion transfer confirmed.” Carlton whistles softly. “Still crazy.” The assistant gestures to the door. “The seller is waiting.” Carlton leans close. “Tristan… why do I feel like you just started something very bad?” I open the door. “Because I did.” Inside the room stands a thin, grey-haired man beside the mosaic. Takeshi. He smiles greedily. “Mr. Bullet—” I don’t waste time. I remove the hat and peel off the moustache.

No bullet came from the gun. “You bastered”Dante yalled when he saw that he was still alive. “There is only one bullet in this gun. if you ain’t lucky enough, it might hit you.”Vincenzo said, and pulled back his hand. “Let’s begin. My patient is wearing off, who the fuck are you working for?”Vincenzo asked, those lazy gazes laying on Dante.

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But then he'd started talking, saying something about how he only needed one of us dead, and maybe there was a way we could work something out. "Give me the boy," Bullet had said, gesturing toward me with his weapon. "Hand him over, and maybe we can make a different arrangement." I remembered the way Riley had gone completely still, his body positioning itself between me and the gun in a way that made me feel both protected and terrified. "What's my reward for doing that?" Riley had asked, his voice sounding strange and flat. "You get to see your mama Sophia again," Bullet had replied with that same cruel smile. "She's been asking about you, wondering if you've learned to be a good boy yet."

Allen retorted, unamused that he should recommend attempting to pry the knowledge from Chiri. “It does what any bullet does.” Ekral remarked. Unsatisfied by this reply Allen glared at the man still, until he conceded, adding, “Except this one is cursed.” Stepping back from the object, Allen questioned cautiously, “What do you mean?” His smirk widening, Ekral paused for a breath before delivering his answer, “It will never miss. That bullet is only ever destined to hit Chiri Krane.”

“It’s either I have you, or no one does.” “You’re a fool if you ever think I’m ever going to be with you, even if it’s make-believe. I fucking hate you, Caleb!” BANG! The first gunshot echoed in the room, almost blowing my ears out as the bullet embedded itself into the floor just in front of me, scattering the perfect white tiles. “Last chance, William.” I stood up, staring defiantly at him. “You’d better kill me now, because there’s no way in hell that I’m going to ever be with you.”

I can’t keep track of every little skirmish they engage in. "Don’t play coy with me," I warned, my tone sharp. "You gave the order, and we both know it. This ends now." "And if it doesn’t?" he asked, his voice mocking. "Then I’ll make sure the Black Bullet Clan ceases to exist," I said evenly. "You’ve been running unchecked for too long, Numero Uno. But you’re not untouchable. You think your empire is invincible? I’ll tear it down brick by brick."

"Tracy, where the hell did you take Mr. Andrus's baby?" Scared they might rough her up, Tracy pointed at me and yelled, "I was just holding the baby for a minute! You edited the video to make me look guilty!" "You want me to play the full video, then?" I asked. Lionel slid an arm around my waist, holding up a flash drive in his other hand. Tracy went pale, speechless. The men were furious. Someone shoved her to the floor. "Where did you take our boss's baby?"

My mind and my body were contradicting my stand. And so… “Well, yeah… but please, make sure you are clean…” I looked away as I felt my cheeks getting hot. “Ofcourse, I am clean. I am only doing this with you,” Bullet said as he reached for my face. He touched me on my cheeks and stared right into my eyes, “there is no other girl on my mind right now that I want to do these things with but you. So, don’t worry. I will always fill you up with my,” he bit his lips while smiling and then he winked and that created a storm of butterflies on my stomach, “clean babies.”

I hear him come closer from behind. Turning around, I raise my gun and aim it at his chest. "Stay back," I say coldly. Dane freezes, but he doesn't look scared. "That wasn't what you thought it was." "It doesn't matter. I don't want you anymore," I say coldly. No emotion besides malice is present. Screw my self that thought of a moment of repent. None of that. Not anymore. "I know you do," says Dane. He slowly approaches. Raising my Ruger, I fire once. Dane flies back and he lands on the gym floor. Some blood drips onto the yellow-polished surface.