Nero Dmc Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

“Under the car. Someone planted it.” The world goes still. My pulse slows, but my mind explodes with motion. “How bad?” I ask. “Military grade. Triggered by ignition.” I swallow hard, jaw tightening. Someone was planning for me to get in that car tonight. “Remove it,” I order, voice calm despite the storm inside me. Luca nods, pulling a toolkit from his jacket. His hands move with practiced precision. I stand guard, eyes sweeping the perimeter, gun raised, breath shallow. Every second stretches like an hour.

SERAFINA Our gray Mercedes AMG GLE 6s3 coupe came to a screeching halt in front of the 120 meters tall building, which stood as the headquarters of the Dekoms empire. Reporters immediately clamoured to our car, their camera flashing desperate lights at us, while their mouths moved frantically.

Laurel turns towards Jeremy again as he reaches for a different glass. “That's enough, J. Let's get out of here.” “Just a minute." Jeremy continues his scavenging act. Laurel turns again towards the door. The sound of approaching sirens fills the air as Laurel turns to him again. “Come on, let's get out of here.” The man quickly reaches under his counter, pulling out a shotgun. “Watch out," Jeremy screams. The sound of gunshot fills the air, deafening Laurel as she squats covering her ear. A scream escapes her lips as blood spatters against her face staining down till her jean short.

Just being in the same area as her had my blood on fire. I could tell she was enthralled with the band as so many before her. After the concert I had made sure she would find band promotions anyway I could. Fliers, emails, social media. The first time I saw her in a Devil’s Night t-shirt I knew she was hooked. She was mine and soon she would know it too. Her name is Synestra Simmons and little does she know she holds the fate of the world in her hands.

“Oh, sweetheart. That’s not how this works. You think I believe that? You think if I let you go, Zayden won’t destroy the whole world to find you? No, darling. You have to die.” With a sudden flick of her wrist, Nina raised the gun and fired— BANG! The sound echoed in the empty warehouse. Hema flinched, shutting her eyes, waiting for the pain to consume her. But there was none . She hesitantly opened her eyes. The bullet had hit the rooftop, leaving a gaping hole in the metal sheet. It was a warning. Nina smirked. “That was just a trailer. The next one will be between your eyes.” She leaned forward, her lips curling into a twisted grin. “But hey, I’m generous. Any last wish?”

But if I think they would back down, they only continue to move towards us and start to break out in a fit of ungodly hissing. Well, my restraint snaps. With absolute determination to show them of their foolish ways, I step closer, "You have made a fateful mistake tonight." I pause for a moment as I position my finger softly against the trigger of the Colt. "For one, my dear friend, I am the only true Devil here," I slide the tip of my finger over the trigger, then I continue, "Your second was ruining a decent Armani." And with that, I gently snap my finger until it makes direct contact with the trigger that sets the motion for the bullet to leave the clip; there is a slight click as it slid