James Gunn Novels & Stories

Alex's Penthouse – 5:15 AM The scent of gun oil mixed with coffee as James field-stripped his Glock at my kitchen island. The methodical click of metal parts against marble countertop had become a ritual in the weeks since the board meeting, a rhythm as familiar as my own heartbeat. James Mercer—former Special Forces, current head of Lane International security—had moved from employee to something closer to family since the threats began.

Braxton said, disbelieving of what was probably the truth. "Oh, he would. Looks like the list of people I've got to kill just got longer," Gunnar held me in place with one arm, hand gripping my chin so my focus would be on Braxton, "If you close your eyes, little one, you're not going to like the consequences," he ordered into my ear, warm breath skating across the surface of my skin. Gunnar pulled out a Glock that was tucked into his waistband, aiming it at Braxton. I watched in mind-numbing fear as he removed the safety, "Gunnar, you don't have to kill him. He's my cousin, please let him go." I pleaded, unable to tear my eyes away.

Alpha James didn't want to sound like he was trying to ruin Gunner's reputation in my eyes, but it seemed he was. "Alpha James, I'm the first one who comes here. What makes you think I will put a spy on you? I'm one of the highest ranks of the Alphas. Did you think I would let myself be connected to someone like you?" Alpha Gunner snarled, despite how he tried to calm his tone. "What did you mean 'to someone like me'? Alpha Gunner, are you trying to belittle me?" Alpha Jamesr roared, and his body started convulsing in an aggressive manner before he gave Alpha Gunner a death glare.

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Smoke drifted from the muzzle of the Steyr, a very nasty gun that could finish its entire clip in less than five seconds. "How many times have I said you don't call me by my real name outside?" James growled. "That wasn't a warning, I had intended to kill you, but Michael here chose to move my hand at the last second," James said. "Dude, does it always have to end with killing?" Michael Grant groaned. "We need him alive, the boss needs to get back his money," Michael pleaded. James scoffed. "Tch! Look at this pup! He wants to teach me about my job!" He burst out laughing.

James got up and walked into his room leaving Morgan in the living room, he came out back after a few minutes holding a gun in his hand checking the magazine for bullets MORGAN – why do you have a gun” JAMES – well it’s for situation like these” MORGAN – has something like this happen before “ JAMES – well I’ve had a few broken entries before so I bought this to protect myself MORGAN – oh ok I understand The sound grew louder with each passing second, James decided to head outside to see who it was , he opened the back door and proceeded to go outside meanwhile Morgan was on standby waiting for his return. A few minutes had passed by and James was still nowhere to be seen, so Morgan called

**Elena POV** James had a gun and he was pointing it at Adrian and my brain stopped working for a second because this wasn't supposed to happen, people didn't just show up at your apartment with guns, but here we were and the gun was real and James's hand was shaking as he held it. "James, put the gun down," Adrian said and his voice was calm but I could hear the tension underneath. "You don't want to do this." "Don't tell me what I want." James's words were slurred and he was swaying on his feet. "You don't know anything about what I want."

” Drake ~”He started it. Matthew ~”He carried on.” Jackson ~”You see what I have to work with. I tried getting you two that are a bit cleverer.” Trayton ~”I doubt that anyone could be dumber than that Joseph.” Jackson ~”This is Gunner, his name says it all, and he is lethal with a gun or any other weapon you put in his hand. Fuck he can even kill you with a broomstick.” Gunner ~”Morning boss.” Trayton ~”Boss?”