Novel & Cerita Just A Young Gun With A Quick Fuse

I’m not thanking you for anything… shove it up your ass sideways. “Because I could have, you know. I still could.” Casually, he set his gun on the table between them. “Know why they call me Trigger?” She nodded. “Why, cunt?” Ignoring the insult, she answered him without emotion. “Because you shoot people between the eyes without hesitation. You’re said to be very fast, and very accurate at it.” He paused, a bit taken aback; she sounded like she was reading the phone book aloud. “Yeah. That’s right.”

I hiss. “Oh please, she didn’t have to. That boy is pining over you so hard I could see it from space. He’s always looking at you, he’s always trying to get close to you when he thinks we’re not watching, and the way he looks at you isn’t like he wants something he’ll never have. It’s the look of a man who had a taste of the forbidden fruit and wants more. Trust me, I’ve been there,” he snorts. “I am a grown woman, who I sleep with is none of your business,” I say as I put the gun down and pick up the JP Enterprises JP-5. I carefully aim and start firing it at targets.

he snarled, his threats carrying a weight of desperation. I spread my hands wide, a fearless confidence emanating from within me. "Oh, I am eagerly waiting for them," I replied, a glimmer of anticipation in my eyes. "If you must know, I am so ready and eager to send them over to join you too." With a cold, determined stare, I pressed the cold metal of the gun against his temple and squeezed the trigger. The deafening sound of the gunshot echoed through the room as his lifeless body crumpled to the ground. Yet, fueled by a mixture of rage and adrenaline, I continued to unload round after round into his lifeless form until the chamber clicked empty.

The young boy waited patiently but instead of getting the money he was promised he received nothing but a bullet straight ( Imagine him firing his gun with silencer) in his chest penetrating his skin his body as the smell of gun powder filled Lesrov's nostrils he waited a while and hold the young boy's half alive body close to his head giving him a hug or death hug as he unloaded the gun with the silencer . After being done with his work he threw the body of the young boy from the bridge ( Imagine them talking to each other )

She was still staring at me and every passing second it was like dealing with a child—no no, not a child, a teenager. A hot blonde, teenager. “You get a codename when you fire your first a gun” Her lips curled into a smile. “I already fired a gun…at you” And you nearly killed me. “That was a cheap shot” “Okay and when do I get to fire this gun?” Never. “Tomorrow”, I enunciated the words with uncertainty. “Tomorrow? Are you serious? Do I get my own gun?” “Yes. I think I might be crazy to your second question and no to your last question”

” 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?”

Beside it, and empty, sat the dark blue sedan. “Who is that?” Justine asked sleepily, sitting up. She’d changed into jeans and a long-sleeved T-shirt. She pulled on a sweatshirt. “It’s the unit that Hopkins put on Mitzy.” Without hesitation, he reached for the gun he had holstered beneath his arm. His backup, strapped to his ankle, was a comforting weight. Justine’s eyes went huge. “What—” “I love you.” He kissed her hard. “A gun?” she asked. “We’re going to need a gun?”

He is fussing his little heart out, wanting the woman back when she does some Jackie Chan shit taking down six armed Russians before they can get a good shot at us. From broken English to no English, ripping her clothes off and bitching at us in her native language, as she takes a literal bullet for him. A boy she doesn’t know, just met, while I, the Don of the fucking Syndicates stand there..... shocked, awed, pissed, helpless...... The geriatric seems to get what she means even if he doesn’t understand her language. “Zip is AF jargon boss. It’s the fastest and safest way to the bottom without a full team. Just think of yourself as a fireman, Sir.”

Warriors rush In and guns get raised. "This mistake will cost you,she raises her gun at me, I won't stop till I get what I want",she fires and screams fill the room.

"Fire!" Together, we opened fire, our bullets flying toward the guards just as they returned fire. The room erupted in chaos, the sharp crack of gunfire echoing in the tight confines of the vault. I felt a rush of adrenaline surge through me as I pressed the trigger, the gun's recoil jarring but familiar. The guards were no longer a distant threat; they were right in front of us, and in this moment, it was fight or die.