EXCHANGE OF HEARTS [BL]

CHAPTER 52

Lying on the bed, Atlas stared on the ceiling-unblinking as the founder crawled to his body, kissing every inches of him.

He knew that the founder was gay since he saw the founder at the bar he often visit-the bar where he met Race. The bar where Race saved him from those gangsters.

Atlas smiler bitterly at the memories.

This is the better plan. This is better than fighting. Better than seeing his parents died slowly on the founder's hands. Better than seeing Race hurt.

He knew that this is a coward move. Instead of fighting, he raised a white flag, surrendered.

It's better to stay like this than seeing the person he love slowly disappearing.

He's coward. He did it again. He left Race again because he's coward to fight. He left Race again without saying anything.

Race perhaps will hate him more.

Atlas felt his manhood being sucked. He let the founder do everything in exchange of letting the person he cared safe and free.

After the second round, the founder tied him on the bed. He's lying on his stomach, blindfolded as the founder whipped him many times. The founder saw it pleasurable. The founder love pain.

He whipped Atlas.

After that, he used Atlas's body for his pleasure, until they already done 7 rounds. The founder collapse on the bed, unconscious.

Atlas slowly sat, he get off the bed and he grabbed the gun on his Jean's pocket.

Slowly, he faced the founder, sleeping loudly on the bed. Atlas pointed his gun at the founder. He have nothing on his mind, but to kill this man who made them suffered.

He was about to pull the trigger when the door flung opened, the man saw Atlas pointing his gun at the founder, but before the man grabbed his gun, Atlas shoot him first.

The founder jerked, he stood up and grabbed the gun, but Atlas was faster than him.

"Go on, grab it and you're dead," he said, more like robot.

"Do you really think that you can kill me? One command and they will kill the people you care-"

"How can you command when you're already dead?" Atlas tilted his head.

"Bullshit, Atlas-"

"Boss-" the man fell on the ground, dead.

"What's happening?" The founder panicked, he picked up the gun but Atlas shoot him on the hand. "Fuck!" The founder screamed in pain. "I'll fucking kill you-"

"Shut the fuck-"

"Boss, someone attacked us," A voice from intercom.

"Who the fuck is that?!"

"Can't count them, but someone I knew who's leading the battalion- it's Van."

"What the-"

"Move and you're dead-"

"Damn it, Atlas! I'll fucking kill you!" He picks up his gun and he shoot Atlas.

Atlas didn't dodged the bullet. He get hit on his shoulder, and on his stomach. Atlas pulled his trigger and he shoot the founder many times on the head, and he fell on the ground, bathe on his own blood.

"Fuck," Atlas swore. "I've been waiting for this moment to kill you." Atlas winched when his wounds hurt. He grabbed his pants and his shirt and quickly wore it.

Enduringly the pain he felt from his wounds, as he opened the door he was greeted by the gunshots filled in the air.

"Boss-" the man fell on the floor, he was shoot on the forehead.