Novel & Cerita Just A Young Gun With A Quick Fuse

I walk into the room, and the music instantly floods my ears. The lights are low, but there’re party lights? What the actual fuck? I want to laugh until I see the guy strapped up naked with a dagger sticking out of his foot. Wait, toy as in a person? I turn and look at Gunner as his fingers stroke along the daggers. “By toy, I thought you meant like knives and daggers.” Not a fucking person! “I have those toys as well. Pick one.” He points to them. I look at the guy. He is quiet, for some reason?

I run into Leo going down the stairs at the entrance, he can't take his eyes off the papers he has in his right hand and the left one is tucked into his black pants pocket. "No, I don't want to" I get into the sporty Nissan when I finish getting off two by two, I put Pantera behind the seat belt and press the accelerator to the full just before my grandmother Pía arrives at the entrance with the shotgun, the bullets They do not reach me, it lost its touch, which confirms that it is old.

He says giving me a gun. "Have you ever used a gun?" He asks and I shake my head no. "That is a Beretta Cheetah. It is a semi-automatic pistol so you have to be careful. It gives quite the blowback if you don't have experience with guns so you have to be prepared." He explains and I nod. I just can't get over the fact that he looks so sexy. He took of his suit jacket and rolled his sleeves up and let me tell you, wheeehooo.

CHAPTER 2 The engine of my car revved as I charged straight at the delinquents. My headlights flashed at them and in seconds they scattered like flies. In a swift turn, I drifted at the curve barely missing the white minivan parked at the other side of the street. One of the masked thugs clenched the girl’s arm to keep her put. He had a dragon tattoo on his forearm and spoke in Greek to his accomplices. I pulled down the windows of the passenger’s seat and pointed my Jennings J 22 rifle straight to his forehead. His face was drained of blood as he stood frozen like a deer in headlights.

Gun in his hand lowered towards the ground, he watched Gio die. He was young, surprisingly so. Mid-twenties, lean but muscular, with an arrogant smirk twisting the fine lines of his mouth and creasing the corners of his bright green eyes. His tailored black suit spoke of wealth, and the easy way he carried himself, the way the gun hung loose in his fingers, the way his eyes flicked from my gun to my face, spoke of power—danger. He wasn’t afraid of me, any more than he was afraid of the screaming crowd, the sirens in the distance rapidly drawing closer. And when those green eyes found me in the mass of people, his smile grew wider.

His shivering partner is just gazing up at him dreamily, but this idiot dares eye me up and down and call out salaciously, “Care to join?” “The fuck did you just say to me?” I pull my gun in an instant and go stalking right up to them. The younger guy bolts, and the gray-eyed trouble maker lets him go uncaringly, never taking his eyes off of me; Still leering, and smiling, as I make my approach. I grab him by the shirtfront and press my gun right to his forehead. “You got a death-wish?” “If you were going to do anything, you would have already opened fire,” he boredly deflates my bravado. He peels my hand from his shirt. “And be careful. That’s Italian silk you’re man-handling.”

His laughter was a mess. There were a few seconds of laughter. His unattractive face could not be concealed. "Who gave you my name? I do not remember telling you. The hell, I have no idea who you are. Is there something I have overlooked?" My voice was laboured. I find it sickening that he knows too much about me. I was pretty sure I had never seen him before. "I have nothing to explain to you. You can not even begin to imagine how much I understand about you. Now I will stop. It was only the beginning of what I did. Soon, expect more from me." Despite his calm demeanour, he displayed the characteristics of a monster. He touched the gun with his tongue and cocked it. With a sigh, he closed

“I’d buy a coffee plantation; the pack has a distillery; and I like her ink.” “Have you seen the putty tat?” “I guess not.” “Trust me, you would know.” Gunny put the Jeep back in gear and then turned back around. “If you ever get her drunk, ask her what she can do with a banana.” “I’m a little scared to ask.”

All the others seemed to be looking on with interest. He quickly recovered and wiped the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. It was mere moments after that he attempted to grab me but I jumped back. A smirk appeared on my face as he realized that I was faster than he was. Remy was incredibly strong but it was nothing compared to my speed.

With a determined expression, I insisted, “Give me a gun then.” Antonio’s eyes dimmed slightly, seemingly taken aback by my unexpected request. However, a hint of surprise escaped his composed demeanor, revealing a smirk that crept across his cheeks. “A gun,” Antonio echoed calmly, as if testing my resolve. “Yes, a gun. You don’t want me to go in there unarmed, so give me a gun to be armed as I go with you,” I asserted, my determination unwavering. I felt insulted that he didn’t believe I could handle even a gun, but I was determined to prove him wrong.