Hell hound

Chapter 14

"What the hell happened to you?"

Gun froze at the kitchen island, looking up from a letter in hand and gazing over the top of his sunglasses, the black turtle neck he wore, had run down from it's high neckline, revealing half of his heavily bruised throat, a bruise that had snaked up the sides of his jaw slightly, creating almost perfect finger indents. 

They left behind a certain wicked, almost spiteful sting. He had to pick up Crystal that night, after all it was his job. But, he just couldn't shake off this feeling of adrenaline, and excitement, a need to feel her grip him again, god, how he wanted to fight her.

Goo stares at him dumbfounded from the white living room sofa of the luxury apartment, his eyes narrowing as he raises the remote to pause the movie he was watching. He of course, wore nothing but a bathrobe, which flared and revealed most of his chest. Legs shamelessly propped up on the rather expensive looking glass coffee table.

Gun processes the question, debating for a moment before he smirks rather smugly as he looks back down at the letter, a hand mindlessly going to brush his neck as he swallows.

 His roommate continues stare, utterly dumbfounded, his glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose, wide dark eyes peering over them.

"Dude- Did you have sex with a wild chick or-"





Gun smirks wider, running his tongue over his bottom lip. A passing moment of contemplation, before he decides to spill.

"I found my successor."





Goo continued to stare, jaw hanging before a look of disgust pulls onto his face, shifting on the couch as he moves one hand to tug at the corners of his bathrobe, comically blocking his once naked chest from the nonchalant man as though he was a pervert.

"Look- I didn't know you were into men, so I'm going to have to find a new place-"





"She's a woman."


Gun mutters under his breath, throwing aside the letter he was reading and turning to walk around the white marble kitchen island, while Goo comes to a slow stand not believing his ears.
"A woman did that-,"

He freezes as Gun looks up at him with a hard glare, turning to saunter out of the room. 

Goo watches his leaving form, before shouting over at the man as he walks out the front door of the luxury apartment.
"Hey- I'm all for feminism-,"

A slam cuts him off as Gun leaves, and the blonde man pauses, a drop of sweat dripping down the side of his face. Raising a hand to rub the side of his jaw, he narrows his eyes with a grin, muttering to himself.

"What a cute little plot twist . . . . "

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"AHH- MOTHER FUCKER-"

Her toe had driven straight into the slightly raised ledge of her grimy front door frame on her way out, and for a moment she wished she had that box cutter lodged into her side instead once more instead, after all, the wound stung anyway.