Dexter Deshawn Gun の小説・ストーリー

It was not normal. Dexter continued to browse the news while complaining. After a while, he saw a piece of breaking news—Five assassins from Corps D'elite were arrested! “This…” Dexter quickly showed Terrell his phone. “Dad, look at this news. Are Uncle Wayne and other people arrested?” Terrell glanced at the photo on the phone and immediately recognized them. Dexter was right. It was the five people sent out last night. He did not speak, but he was actually very surprised. Who was Thomas? He could even subdue the five assassins from Corps D'elite.

I only managed to nod and watch him walk towards the door where Devin stood with a grimace on his face. Oh no. Knox smirked at Devin mockingly. 'Just go,' I silently wished. They're like two beasts ready to bite each other's neck off if one makes a move. “Nice meeting you,” Knox offered his hand, “I'm Knox Collins.” “I don't care,” Devin growled. “Griff,” I whispered to my son who was looking up at the two huge figures in front of him. Knox chuckled, “I'll see you later, Sweetheart.” He called out to me before pulling open the door and disappearing as it closes.

Her gaze held something that scared both of them, the starting it was… just the name was revealed. “Ask them to give you papers and you can use the cabin adjacent to this one,” Dinesh said pointing at the glass door other side, thank fuck he won’t be able to see me. “Okay,” Now that she was given a task, she was going to try her best to provide him with results.

The peace of the healed bond was gone, replaced by a cold, hard willpower that terrified me. "He wants a show?" Daxon asked, walking to the weapon rack on the wall. He pulled down a heavy assault rifle, jamming a magazine of inflammatory silver rounds into the receiver with a forceful click. He tossed it to me. I caught it one-handed. "Tonight," Daxon said. "We end this tonight." I looked at the gun. I looked at Tate, bleeding and broken in my arms. I felt the Ripper stir in my gut, not with hunger this time, but with purpose.

I would take a bullet for both my son and his father but right now I am so mad at his father had that I don't even want to talk to him we will see him right now. I got injured during my altercation with Dexter who thought he had the upper hand but in fact, he didn't I was going easy on him and I needed to be smart about the decisions I took. He is trained to read people's minds read people and manipulate any situation. He is a lawyer after all and a very good one at that. If he was able to get Jeremiah out of prison and make sure that Abraham looked squeaky clean then I knew that I was dealing with someone who was not only dangerous but knew how to talk his way out of any situation which mad

Desmond growled, his expression cold and frightening. “Boss, I'm sorry”, Alex pleaded frantically as Desmond walked briskly towards him, delivering a hard kick to his stomach. “Ugh!” Alex groaned as he squirmed in pain. Desmond didn't stop; he continuously kicked Alex all over his body, especially his face. His face was red with anger as he unrelentingly caused Alex severe pain. “Robert! Get me the gun now!” Desmond ordered as he stopped hitting Alex. In swift response, one of the hefty men sprinted towards Desmond, handing him a sleek black pistol. Desmond grabbed the gun from him and immediately pointed it at Alex, his index finger placed firmly on the trigger, ready for action.

Dexter said, his voice a hint of mockery as he spoke his words in a fast pace. "To pay off your depts, you have to give me your life in return so that i could accomplish my goal in a more efficient way!?" Dexter said and dante's eyes widened as he tried to register what he just said but sadly, he wasn't fast enough to understand because a gun was already drawn from dexter's pocket and a bullet was sent flying towards dante's forehead. The sound of the bullet were so damned loud, followed by dante's loud scream and the violent echoes which threatened to disquiet the silence of the room.

“I learned so much about him then.” “He’s all yours. He’s not coming home until he showers. Most of us are headed in. It looks like it’s going to rain.” “Yeah yeah, we got it Helena.” Derek held up another glass and tipped my head back this time. “Come on Desmond, down the hatch.” I knocked the shot back faster this time, feeling the moonshine burn more than the tequila. A shiver ran through my body but I smiled. “You fuckers are behind.”They all laughed and pulled a shot from the table, knocking it back themselves.

" shouted a voice from the distance. I was immediately able to distinguish the voice of Dexter Webb. The rogue had been lurking behind closed doors for too long, feeding on the chaos like a vole. “Dexter,” Tristan snarled, voice icy with fury. “You've pushed me too far this time.” A burst of gunfire—trapped in the warehouse, it was like the world had exploded into shrapnel and pain. I ducked behind a crate, clutching my side, feeling the sharp sting of a bullet grazed—a miracle I was still standing.