𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃

𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓

"You can't be serious?" I heard Enzo ask Lorenzo to astound while all of us were passing through the control room pulling on our hair out of our heads.

Shit just got fucking real.

Now would probably not be a good time to tell them I had just put a whole packet of popcorn into the microwave for 15 minutes.

For fuck's sake in just a few minutes the whole room was probably going to reek of burned food.

"I am dead serious cugino." He explained trying to understand himself what exactly was going on.

"Then why does everyone think there are three of the deadliest guns on earth if there is only one left?" Silas asked from the corner of the room sitting on his seat and raising a brow in confusion.

"That's the thing. There weren't three duplicates of the R25 as Roderico said, there was always only one and exactly five years ago it disappeared into thin ear after she took the formula with her." Lorenzo stated his focus on the computer screen.

We all knew what he meant by she.

"So, you are saying all these years someone was running around saying there were fucking three guns out there? Why the fuck would someone do something like that?"

"The main question is what profits does the person make out of these rumors?" Enzo replied messaging his temple while passing through the room not stopping once.

"Why don't we ask the person who created the weapon we only know who stole the formula?" Lorenzo suggested turning around with his seat to face us, his expression morphed into surprise.

"And who would that be if I may ask?" Leonardo asked stalking up to us and stopping beside Silas as always in his suits and with his numb expression.

"The one and only.."

Opening the golden doors to the large warehouse I walked in my blond hair falling over the side of my shoulder and my ice white eyes causing the room to go silent. The only sound that was echoing through the room was the klick of my hells on the black concrete getting louder by each step I took.

"Here are the weapons," I announced ready to leave. This was by far the worst job I had to take this week and besides these men were eyeing me as if they had never seen a woman before.

"We see each other again... Hephaestus." I suddenly heard a man announce.

Turning around slowly I was a devilish smirk plastered on his handsome face stepping forward only to be hit by the tip of my gun against his temple.

"Have I seen you before?" I asked tapping my finger on the side of my chin while the gun on his skull never moved a bit.

"The last time I saw you, you sold me a gun I yet have to use." He smiled showing off his white polished teeth with a silver crystal set on his Canine tooth.

"Is that a treat?" I asked setting my index finger on the trigger tapping it a few times slowly indicating I was going to shoot to which his eyes widen and panic spread all over his face.

Now, now shouldn't have done that.

Waving my hand goodbye paired with a sad face before I grinned, I pulling the trigger seeing his expression change to fear and then his body fall to my feet with a tuff.

Well, now I am in trouble.

Turning around I looked up only to be met with five big men towering over me with a deadly glare. Smirking I patted one of the man's chests who was blocking my way indicating him to not worry.

"I would advice you to get out of my way before I shoot you with my own weapon that you have in your back pocket or wait." I faked a curious face holding up both of the guns seeing every man following with theirs. "... not"

Just as held both guns high and setting one foot back for the impact after shooting one by one, the sound of gunshots from the other room gazed through our room leaving all men confused.

What the hell?

Tugging away the guns I backed away from the middle of the room, sprinted towards a soil and hid as the door busted open and revealing someone I couldn't identify.

Because of the dark lighting and my position it was hard to see what was going on but I must say though very good timing.

Over the years a lot of people would attack my deliveries. What can I say everyone liked my guns. But never was I present when shit like this went down.

I had worked a lot of jobs practically for every criminal in the underground. I was more of an alone worker. Maybe it had to do something with my issue of commitment which wasn't only in my professional or better said criminal life but also personal.

I got bored way too easily and risking my life, adrenaline, champagne, manufacturing guns and sex was the only thing I lived by.

"Well, hello there gentlemen's. I hope you don't mind but I will be stealing some weapons now."

Oh if you only knew Augusto Emilio,
your and my story is only beginning.

OUT NOW