TAINTED HEART | D.HALE

CHAPTER THIRTY THREE

chapter thirty three
( time of death )

          "Do you know what this is?" Sofia asked after placing the gun from her bag on the table.

Derek looked at the girl like she was stupid, "A gun."

Sofia rolled her eyes, "Great observation. This is a Sig Sauer P226 9 millimeter."

"I don't like guns."

Sofia picked her gun back up, "That's because you don't know how to use one."

"Or because i've been shot," Derek replied sarcastically. "Repeatedly."

"Don't worry, princess. It's more fun when your the one behind the trigger," Sofia mocked.

She pulled the clip out to show Derek, "The legal clip size in California is ten. Trust me on this, you always want to remember how many shots you fired."

Sofia reload as Derek listened intently, "Running out of bullets can get you killed. It also makes you look stupid. Something i'm sure you're already used to."

Derek squinted his eyes, giving her a clearly fake smile to mock her back. He grabbed the gun she held out as she continued, "Using a gun isn't just about learning how to point and shoot."

"Why's that?" Derek's voice lacked emotion. Sofia genuinely couldn't tell if he interested or annoyed.

"Because an average person can move 21 feet in 1.5 seconds," she explained anyways. "If they have a knife, they can gut you like a fish before you before you can fire on them."

Sofia paused to take a couple steps back, "So, with a gun, you need distance."

Derek watched as she stood before him, about two feet away. She motioned towards him, "Go ahead. Pull the gun on me."

Derek snickered quietly, "Really?"

Sofia stood her ground, taunting him, "I dare you."

Derek sighed before standing up straight and lifting the arm that carried the gun up. Before he had a chance to do anything, Sofia twisted his hand back and grabbed the gun.

Derek made a small sound of pain before giving into defeat and letting her take it. Sofia smiled, holding the gun back out, "Wanna try that again?"

Derek hummed in agreement, grabbing the weapon. He took a second to clear his throat before lifting his arm again. This time, Sofia twisted his arm before he could even get it out all the way. Involuntarily, Derek's grip was lost on the gun and it fell out of his hand.

"This is fun," Sofia teased as she grabbed the weapon from the floor.

"One more time," Derek pleaded.

Sofia sighed, walking closer, "Can your ego really handle it?"

Derek raised his eyebrows, taking a couple steps forward as well. The two were toe-to-toe staring one another down. A chill went down Sofia's spine, a practical sense of deja-vu was felt.

It only took a split second for Derek to make up his mind. Without hesitation, he dove forward and connected their lips.

Sofia finally gave in, too overwhelmed with everything else to care at the moment. She slid the hand without the gun around his waist as his cupped her jaw.

In the midst of the kiss, Derek snuck one of his hands down and twisted the gun from Sofia's hands towards her stomach. Once she realized what happened, she pulled back ever so slightly.

"You cheated," she whispered. The two were close enough that she could feel his warm breath on her cheek.

Derek smiled and moved his head so he could meet her stare, "No, I had the upper hand."

Sofia rolled her eyes and pulled him back in by his t-shirt. Derek dropped the gun as his hands snaked around her waist. Sofia slid hers up his shoulders.

Their kisses felt as if they were still in a competition. Weeks of pent up aggression and tension were released as the two clashed.

One of Derek's hands lowered to the back of her thigh, wanting to pick her up. Sofia obliged and lifted her thigh so it was easier to jump.

Derek walked the two over to the wooden table they stood at earlier. With one hand he swiped everything away before he set Sofia down.

Sofia reached down to grab the bottom of his shirt and start pulling it up. She wasn't planning to take her time.

While Derek ripped his shirt off, Sofia rushed to unbutton the flannel shirt she had on. Frustrated with her pace, Derek reached forward and tore the shirt, successfully ripping the buttons off.

Sofia looked between the shirt and the man before her in disbelief, "I love this shirt."

"I'll get you a new one," Derek huffed before leaning back in.

Sofia ran her hands over the muscles on Derek's toned back. His fell to her hips and upper thigh, trying to get as close as possible.

Although she tried, Sofia's mind was still clouded. She pushed Derek back, "Wait. Braeden's in the next room. What if she wakes up?"

Derek paused, closing his eyes for a minute, "What if she doesn't?"

"Derek," Sofia shoved his shoulder lightly.

Derek sighed, knowing this wasn't gonna go anywhere else. He looked at Sofia who was peering up at him, "So, what now?"

Sofia's eyes fell to his lips for a second before returning to his glance. Without thinking too much about it, she leaned in to kiss him. This time the kiss was softer, with a different meaning.

Sofia pulled back, leaving the man with only a chaste kiss, "Now, we go back to bed."

Derek blew out a breath and nodded reluctantly, "Alright."

Without warning, he bent down and threw Sofia over  his shoulder. She couldn't help the surprised squeal  that left her mouth, "Derek! Put me down."

"No, i'm going to bed," Derek stated as he walked towards his bed that lay in the back of the loft. He threw her down on the mattress once he was close enough.

Derek put one knee onto the bed and leaned over Sofia. She started moving her head towards him. As the two were mere inches away, Derek leaned closer, "Goodnight."

He then abruptly pulled away and laid on the other side of the mattress. Sofia's mouth had fallen open, "Rude."

Derek smiled as his eyes closed.

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haleshoe is typing...

don't be mad okay they got a cute
development scene at least lmaoo

this was a double update for anyone that just clicked on this notif!! make sure u read chap 22

i'm happy i'm finally moving thru this season bc i have so much planned

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