Novel & Cerita I'll Be Your Number One With A Bullet

He stumbled back as I advanced, his face draining of color. “All of you…” I turned slowly, letting my eyes sweep the room, watching fear bloom like a disease. “All of you who thought you could outsmart me, betray me, take what’s mine, look at you now. Trapped like the rats you are. And the best part? You won’t die alone. You’ll all go down together. Doesn’t that just warm your heart?” “Vincent” one of Bullet’s men started and I scowled. I didn’t hesitate as I pulled out my gun and shot him right between the eyes.

"Give me your hand." I reached out. He pressed something into my palm. It was cold. A ring. Silver. Shaped like a bullet casing. "What—" "I wanted to wait," he said. "For peace. For a perfect moment. But maybe this is our perfect. Right here. Right now." Tears blurred my vision. "Matteo—" "Marry me. In hell or in Paris. Just say yes." "Yes," I whispered. He smiled. Then the final shot rang out. I turned.

"I've been obsessed with you since freshman year, Oakley. I bullied you because I was confused. I still am" "I didn't know what to do with it. I'm not even gay. Fuck I'm not even straight. The only thing in the last four years that's gotten me hard, was you. The only thing I cared about was you. I was shitty, I was so shitty. I was confused, and my dad- that doesn't matter, but I took it out on you. I should have never done that. I was immature... childish. All of it. But I'm sorry Oakley. I'm so sorry"

"Cassandra, Nathaniel, you two are the company's lucky stars!" A coworker raised their glass, laughing loudly. "Seriously, with you guys around, our numbers have shot through the roof!" "Come on, cheers!" Amid the laughter, we clinked glasses. As our teamwork grew tighter, the company's performance soared, and so did the closeness between me and Nathaniel. "Cassandra, your due date's getting close, right?" Nathaniel glanced at my belly, worry flickering in his eyes. "How about I start driving you to and from work?"

John Moore walked up to me from behind to relight the cigarette in my hand. He then asked, "The muzzle wasn't aimed at his heart. Did you have second thoughts?" White smoke rose from the lit cigarette. I replied in a disdainful voice, "Second thoughts? I never planned on killing him. A bullet is enough to end Thomas' life. What I really want is the PIN to his Swelia Bank's account, the ledger to all his dirty deals, and all of the legal businesses under his name. There's no way I'll let him die that easily."

I softly said tears strolled down upon my cheeks. I jumped from the top of the building as the f*cker's men caught me with ease. "I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love," I whispered upon the wind. "Only to find out you were the one holding the gun." He whispered as he turned his back with a war on his mind.

They weren’t here to bargain or solve this calmly, they were certainly here to take me forcefully; even if it means killing me. “Please move aside!” I growled underneath my breath. He shook. I pushed him aside mindful enough not to hurt him, he shot at my chest, at that moment I thought that would be the end of me, but to my surprise and to the terror written in the detective’s eyes— I was bulletproof! A bullet that was supposed to kill me, hit me and fell to the ground; unsuccessful of its mission. But I still felt a slight pain from the bullet. I turned around and walked away, but the detective was a stubborn man and so was I.

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

Please make your choice. The prompt came again. I closed my eyes and made up my mind. "I'm going home." There was nothing left here worth staying for, no one left worth saving. [Exchange complete. Passage home will now open.] As the words settled, the sky shifted. A crimson glow spread overhead as the earth began to tremble, a deep rumble rolling beneath our feet. "It's a sign from the heavens!" The crowd erupted in celebration. People cheered, pointed at the sky, and praised what they believed was a blessing.

He might snap and release the bullet on me. A rap came at the door, and Sophie’s voice followed. Oliver had locked the door, so she could not come in. Sophie wanted to know if I saw her stuffed unicorn. It was her favorite. I remember putting it in my suitcase because it would not enter hers. I looked at Oliver. He tucked his gun back into his waist. I wiped my eyes quickly as he went to the door. “I am not done with you yet. Thank your stars that Sophie is involved and she loves you so much.” He opened the door. “Hello, baby girl.”