Bullet love

Chapter 15: Debris

The door opened and my eyes met his dangerous set of wolf eyes.

"How did you get out?"

I licked the blood on the tip of my middle finger, "It was easy", I sucked on that finger while looking straight into his dark soul.

I definitely had an effect on him as he slightly bit into the inside of his cheek leaving out a sharp breath.

"What now boss?", I teased him leaning forward, making sure he gets a full glimpse of my cleavage, "Are you going to lock me back up? Are you going to punish me?", I asked with sarcasm dripping off every word, scoffing at him. In seconds, his huge hand made its way to my throat while the other hand pointed a gun to my head.

I laugh out loud,"What's this? Did I make daddy angry?", I pouted my lips making fun of him."Fuck off", he was losing his shit. I leaned my forehead closer to the gun, not breaking eye contact. "Don't start something you can't finishe", a dangerous little smirk spreading in his handsome face. His gaze falling to my lips.

His sexiness should be illegal.

"Do not underestimate me", I quickly wrapped my legs around his hips and swinged us to his bed. I, now laying on top of this mighty man. My hands longingly pulling off his white shirt. The cold metal still pointed at my brains.

'One wrong move and he'll pull the trigger', this thought inducing a form of euphoria in me.

As I got rid of the shirt my warm hands began exploring his bare skin. My fingers following the lines of his sixpack. I gifted him soft kisses starting on his chest gradually making my way down till I was so close to his cock. I daringly licked the tan skin in-between as I felt his body tense up. He aggresively switched the positions making his enormous body tower over me. His piercing eyes telling me who's in charge. He slid the gun in between my lips and then grabbed the pieces of his shirt to tie up my hands to the pole of the bed.

Well, things were about to get interesting.

"So? What ya got?"."This newspaper article is limited edition and it was hard to find something about it but ofcourse the genius that I am-". "Get to the point", I cut him off. "You were right. The black man on the image is Akin", he confirmed, "But...", Jeremiah cracked his knuckles. He always did when he was nervous,"The white man he's holding the handshake with is Igor. Igor Volkov"

I couldn't believe my ears. No this mustn't be real. I must surely be dreaming. I should be waking up any fucking minute now, right?

"What the hell is a Volkov doing with an Adesina!?"

My body vibrated as an electricity of pleasure shocked through my insides. He has made me cum so many times that I had lost count. One part of me being focused on not letting the gun drop down from my mouth and the other melting away because of the man violently pounding into me. He pulled out and then released on top of my sensitive nipples. I, trying so hard no to fall the gun. The muscle of my mouth weakening and I, feeling the river this asshole has caused in between my thick thighs.

Enough is enough.

I dropped the gun strategically, the bullet piercing through the knot. My hands finally being free.

It's my turn now.

I speedily pierced the syringe in his veins. A millisecond faster than he could comprehend.

"(...) There are warehouses there, there and here. They kept me here which is most probably not the central (...)", I reported to Papa and his minions. "Good girl", he patted my shoulder proudly as if I were an animal, "Now you go back kill this bastard and make sure he pays for what he did", he furiously ordered, the glass cup exploding in between his filthy hands.

The very same hands that had strangled her fragile neck

"And what about you guys?"."We? We are going to get ready for war"