When The Good Boy Meets The Whore...

CHAPTER 29- Bang Bang

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♡ In a world where blood fought against blood, will they die to save one another🥀?

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ABIGAIL'S POV

"Abigal Paige McCarthy, you are the most beautiful, the most special, the most important person in my life. You might think there is nothing special about you whilst in reality, there is nothing special without you. You make bad days better, your smile changes the dullest day to the brightest ones, your voice brightens the room and you make everything a little easier. I don't know where I am going with this but where ever I am going, I want you to be with me."

If it was anybody else I would be here, laughing my ass off but then here he is, professing so easily like the words were no big of a deal. Like all his life he prepared for this moment. My heart raced at 200km/h which I thought was physically impossible until now. I looked deep into his greyish green eyes for any hint of malice, joke, fabrication but nothing. His eyes screamed nothing but purity and sincerity.

I was right now in the middle of the biggest

Get a hold of yourself, Abby, remember the promise to yourself. This is not what you ca-

"PAIGE..." He continued, pulling me close as I forgot my commitment and the whole purpose of being here. I nodded, gripping tightly on his hand.

"I..." He stuttered taking a shaky breath. "I.. laa..I lo..

BANG BANG🎇

"Aaaah." Both of us screamed and jumped in unison at the bang. "What the fuck was that?!"

Gunshot you dumb bitch.

"Get down!!" Trystan commanded pushing me behind him. His chest heaved heavily as I saw him pulling a gun out. "Get under the bed, go now!"

"But-

"Now!"

I swiftly slide to the side rolling under the bed. I peep out trying to keep a tab whilst trying to hold my breath. Strawberry gripped the gun tight as he peeped through the window. Lights flashed through the room as I could apprehend the whispers.

"Trystan, psst." I called him out.

"I told you to hide." He replied gritting through his teeth.

"Who are they outside? Tell me." I persisted while he ignored me. "Hey, psst, Strawberry. chichit"

"Abigail shut the fuck up before I thrust all the six bullets in you rather than the fucking intruder. You will get us all killed." He whisper-yelled in pure anger. I noticed a fire inside those big green eyes, a shift of personalities, all the emotions replaced by atrocity but mostly, I saw a boss.

A mafia boss.

TRYSTAN'S POV

Even though I had no alternative but to yell at Abigail at this crucial point, I felt terrible. I saw her shrivel back under the bed with a frown. Her twinkling eyes lost their spark as they got replaced with something almost dark and unrecognisable.

I kept stealing glances back and forth as I felt extremely regretful and guilty and pissed. Why does God always throw someone in the middle of our important moments?!