Tinka Gunther Novels & Stories

But of course, when I looked over her shoulder I looked straight into Janus’ eyes. “Stop replaying it in your head. Get some sleep so I can heal you. It’s a hell of a job as is. No need for you to go making it harder by distracting me.” Gunther snaps. I try to stop the film in my head but as soon as I close my eyes I see Breanna pulling the dagger. Ordering me to hold my cock to the side. The silver dagger cutting into my sack. The scorching pain. “If I could I would knock you out cold to have some peace and quiet around here,” Gunther can't hold back his agitation with me.

Let him have his big moment, people like this are all talk. “So you see,” The redhead stops, grins at Gunther’s lowered head “You should be thanking me for doing this. I’ve decided to only mark her face.” The next thing I know is my back hits hard against wood as he shoves me down a table, a knife in his hand. Gunther leaps forward, but someone else garbs him, hits him hard in the ribs until he’s kneeling, my hand warps around the hilt of my dagger, because if this son of a bitch is putting marks on me, I sure as hell am putting marks on him—

If she had known more about guns she would have killed him. She thought with a gun you just pulled the trigger, but it turned out his had to be cocked first. Tinkersley was lying on the bed drunk, but not so drunk he didn’t notice when she stuck his own gun in his stomach. When she realized it wasn’t going to go off she had just time to hit him in the face with it, a lick that actually won the fight for her, although before he gave up and went to look for a doctor to stitch his jaw up

“What the fuck is going on here?” I said leaning forward. “Gunther was the gamma and ten time worst than Darin. He makes Darin look like a toddler. He has literally killed a girl by fucking her face to the point she couldn’t breath and died. Vin isn’t much better but he didn’t have the power that Gunther had. Tanya is just as evil. Part of me thinks that she was Rip’s daughter. However, only men were wanted to if she was his daughter, he didn’t give a shit about her and tossed her to live with the rest of them.”

She immediately went over to him. Preston, however, embraced her and pressed her against the sofa at once. He started doing things to her in front of Lord Lex Gunther shamelessly. Meanwhile, a glint of determination appeared in Lord Lex Gunther’s eyes. Alex Rockefeller was his young master. He would rather die than let Alex get hurt because of him. Besides, there was also his goddaughter, Waltz Fleur. He saw a fruit knife on the coffee table. While Preston and Queenie were having the time of their lives, Lord Lex Gunther lunged forward, grabbed the fruit knife, and stabbed himself in the chest.

She had this look of uncertainty on her face and Alpha Gunther only watched her. I could see that from the way he looked at her from behind, he could not wait to get laid with her and then he inhaled deeply as he placed his hand over his face and moved away slightly from her while she kept making the face of uncertainty. Just then, alpha Gunther walked back to her and cleared his throat slightly to get her attention. She immediately tilted her head to look at him before she started to talk.

He tightens his legs until there is a loud cracking sound of Gunther's neck breaking. Gunther suddenly stops fidgeting as his body lies lifeless before Brandon. "You will never touch my sister or any other girl ever again, you disgusting pig. Mark my words, you and all your generation are doomed. I'll make sure your lineage becomes extinct for the rest of time. Fucking pig." Brandon says as he kicks Gunther's body, spitting at him, and then scooches back toward the poll as he takes in a much-needed breath.

She broke off into a sprint, rushing towards her heap of black clothes, roaring, “NEVER! I WILL NEVER LET YOU LIVE, YOU GOLD DIGGING SLUT-” Bam! Bam! Bam! I pressed the trigger without remorse or hesitation, and the gunshots echoed around us and rippled through the air, nearly bursting my eardrums. The bullets pierced through Tina’s body, the force pushing her off course, and a blood curdling scream left her. I was inexperienced with guns, so my targets were not specified. A bullet hit her thigh. Another hit her right in the abdomen, and another tore through her shoulder.

Agent Vernon chuckled. “She was a good fighter,” Agent Jane said while trying to stop herself from giggling. “They said she had quick hands and she could usually put down her opponent in just a few seconds. She was a vicious fighter. They called her The Gunmetal Mama. Sometimes she would come out holding a gun that wasn’t loaded. Every time she’d come out to fight, they would play music by her favorite rapper, Tupac Shakur,” Agent Jane explained through her giggling.

Lynda fretted. "That's silly! You're gorgeous! I can see where Catherine gets her looks," Ben said with a smile. "Already flirting with my wife?" Jack said with a fake snarl. Lynda playfully slapped his arm and smiled at Ben. She looked closer at the women and noticed the casts. "Oh! Was there an accident?" she gasped. Tina shook her head. "I was pushed over a store display by a nasty reporter almost six weeks ago." Gretchen, taking a cue from Tina, answered next. "My husband broke my arm. He died," she blurted and blushed furiously. She looked at Ben nervously. She still wasn't comfortable around people.