The sound of shattering glass, the shouting of the panicking people and the shooting echoed through the small cafe. This part of the town wasn't the calmest, even though it was under the protection of the GMM group. They took over it not too long ago and were getting rid of the previous drug cartel. Gun was shivering under the table, hiding from the chaos and bullets. His small shop was getting smashed, and he wanted to cry. He wished it would be over already so he could calculate the damage. Sighing, he dug lower when another set of shooting and shouting reached his ears. Gun dared to glance around, spotting the display with his homemade sweets destroyed.
"Not my babies." He cried out, crawling forward to check if there were any more pastries to use. Suddenly he was pushed to the side, with the unknown body covering him. The ray of bullets hit the wall behind them, making Gun gasp in shock. The man lying on him grunted, glancing around before he stood up, taking his hand and helping him up.
"Clear," One of the men in black came to his rescuer. Only now Gun had a chance to check him out. Tall, dressed in black, with a sharp jaw, and piercing eyes, giving off an authoritative aura.
"Make sure to get rid of them." The man pointed at the lifeless bodies on the floor.
"And you." He turned to Gun, sending him a grim look.
"We will pay for the damage." He handed him the business card.
"Call when you have the calculation done."
Gun nodded, stunned by the man's behaviour, and before he could utter a single word, the mobster disappeared. He glanced at the piece of paper, turning it around a few times. Gun frowned, there was only a phone number on it.
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OffGun October Collection of Drabbles 2022
Fanfiction✅COMPLETED New drabbles and short stories with Off/Gun and their couples. This time a little bit dark.
