It's been days since his last fight in the hunt and Fool has yet to let go of the death of his comrades. He felt the anguish of their death like it was yesterday, and he only has himself to blame. If he hadn't allowed them to ride with him, they might still be alive. All the past hunts he has participated in, he had done alone except this last one. He didn't know the devil that drove him to let his family ride with him.
Yes, his family. They were as close to a family he has ever known in his life. Having grown up in a foster home Fool had no knowledge of his real family, neither did he care to know about a bunch of people who abandoned him as a child. Joining the bikers family has been the only place he had felt he belonged and now he didn't have that anymore.
He stuttered his way into the bar like he has been doing every night since the fight. He was trying to drown his pain with alcohol. It works for a while but when he becomes cleared eye the pain comes crawli
One of the reasons Poison enjoys the hunt is that euphoric adrenaline rush that feels her body with pleasurable endorphins that give her a highness that even sex can't reciprocate but the moment her gun clicked right during a gun battle with another deadly assassin, her eyes popped and all the three hundred and sixty days X thirty-three years of her life flashed before her eyes before her sense of survival kicked in and she was diving out of the way of any bullet coming in her direction.Behind the couch where Fool took cover bullets continued to rain in his directions piercing holes into the leather couch raising dust of soft pieces of cotton in his direction. He used his hand over his head as if to protect himself from being hit as he waited for a break In the onslaught of bullets.The break he was waiting for came a few minutes after suffering under the assault of a continuous outpour of bullets, but when he heard the click of an empty gun he stood to hi
This week has been a very hectic one for Hill Thomas, that he is almost running on fumes. On his plate is a lot of contract works he has to juggle and on top of the already filled plate, he also has to deal with family issues.Up until yesterday, Hill has always believed that his father died when he was young, at the age of five. Only the man he believed to be his father is not his father at all. His real father is a billionaire who just passed away a few weeks ago and on his fucking will named him a benefactor to virtually all his properties and they are quite a lot.Days following being contacted by his father's lawyer, Hill spent most of his days and nights in a daze. He was having a lot of difficulties wrapping his head around the fact that he had a living parent that was fucking reach but his youth was a fucking shit because his mum had been an alcoholic on drugs who cared less about a son that Hill wasn't even sure she wanted in the first place.
The next morning Hill woke up happy and chirpy. He set about preparing for work in a cheerful mood not knowing why he was happy today.Once he was done with getting ready he packed up his tools and left his apartment.It was a beautiful bright day today, radiant as Hill's mood. Hill decided to stretch his legs out today by taking the stairs instead of using the elevator.While walking Hill continued to express his happy mood by whistling to the song ' Old town road ' by Billy Cyrus.When he got to the lobby, he saw his old lady neighbor making her way slowly in his direction with her walking stick and greeted her, something that seems to be out of his norm, going by the old lady's response." Morning Mrs. Philips, " he greeted with a bright smile on his face which made the old lady halt in her steps and frown deeply at him." Are you alright? " Mrs. Philips enquired looking at Hill as if he has been body-snatche
When Carolyn arrived she was directed to the man's office where she met with his secretary." Hi, I am detective Carolyn Black, I am here to see your boss, " she said politely flashing her badge.The lady gave it a suspicious glance, and then cast a look in the direction of her boss's door before telling her that her boss wasn't around.Carolyn had a feeling that the girl was lying but she can't exactly bulldoze her way in, so she asked another question." Do you know Karen Smith? " Carolyn asked her gaze fixed intensely on the blonde.The suspicious look was still in her eyes. Carolyn wonders why people are always wary of cops." Yeah, why? " the woman answered slowly while still giving Carolyn the I don't trust cops look.I learned she was the senator's secretary up until a few weeks ago. " Do you know what happened? "Carolyn saw her eyes blink severally, a tale sign that she knows somethi
Long after Percy left, Shelby sat at the restaurant musing over the cop's pictures. Lost in thoughts she started pulling out the woman's pictures again. Something about her eyes captivated her.It was warm at the same time distance like someone not used to feeling emotions or used to hiding them a lot but still has the tenderness to care.While she stared fixed at the image of the cop wearing a long carton color trench coat exiting a grocery shop she wondered how she was going to pull this off. Mr. Percy was right, she was a killer, not a seductress. Yeah sometimes she has to seduce her kills but that is Lightning, not her.Then a brilliant idea went off in her head like a beam of light flicking on. Yes! she exclaimed in her mind happy about her brilliant solution to the problem sitting in front of her. She will send Lightning in her place. Lightning was bolder, arrogant, seductive, and crazy than she will ever be. The only problem is that she ca
Lightning smirked into the kiss. This was so easy, no challenge at all. The body underneath her moaned and melted further into her as the kiss grew hard. It was not Lightning intention to kiss her roommate this deep, it was just meant to be a light kiss on the lips to prove how easy it was for her to have the woman under her spell but to her amazement and fun, the woman underneath her seems to be enjoying herself. She has to put a stop to this before Shelby murders her in the morning.She gently pulled her lips away despite the other woman's reluctance. " You are such good kisser honey, " she complimented her like a teacher issuing praises to her good students while she used her finger to clean off her lips stick smeared across the other woman's lips.She looked up to see her roommate totally dazed and wide eyes and shook her head internally. Well, I have to be off have fun tonight love, cause I know I will, she said with a smug grin on her face as she walked awa
That same night while Lightning was worming her way into Carolyn's life following Percy's instructions, the next hunt kicked off. The first fight between Sharpshooter and King...King glanced down at the man underneath him with a sexy smirk on his face as he watched his face glow with pleasure. He leaned down and took his pink lips with his own, kissing it gently before deepening the kiss. His lover moaned underneath him trying to use his hands to pull him closer.mmm-mmm, you know the rules King said with a twinkle in his eyes. No touching or I stopped. He grinned hard at the look of frustration mixed with desire that colored his lover's face before he complied with his hard request and let his hand fall to the bed.Good boy, King praised before moving his lips down to his lover's sturdy neck, then to his chest, trailing it gently across the smooth expanse of the slim chest, making the man underneath him sigh in pleasure.King felt the sounds too m
There is nothing like the feel of the adrenaline surge that rushes through your veins when you are about to enter a dangerous situation. King has experienced this euphoric feeling so many times that it has become addictive. Joining the hunt was like moving from joint to heroin. The adrenaline high she feels when he engages one of their own and comes out on top is like no other thing he has ever felt. It wasn't hard for him to make it to the rank of alpha. Killing is what he does best.He made it to the building of his opponent and quietly made his way to the fifth floor. It was a seven-floor-story building. There were a lot of apartments on the floor but luckily details usually sent by the Corps contain everything you need to know about your opponent down to the person's address.When King got to the right door, he paused and looked around. One of the things that makes him a good assassin is not just that his job is clean but he makes sure that there are no