Bible is the cruelest monster
Jeff is sunshine, but nobody knows his dark side except the bible
Jeff is the one who beat the monster, he wins his heart
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Lake House
The next day, in the evening, a sudden loud shot rang out from outside, shattering the quiet of the house. The glass on the windows shattered, sending shards flying across the room. Jeff's heart pounded in his chest as he crouched at the edge of the bed, panic gripping him. He didn't know what was happening or what to do.
A moment later, Bible burst into the room. His arm was wounded and bleeding, his expression a mix of anger and urgency.
"What's going on?" Jeff asked, his voice shaking.
Bible glanced around the room, assessing the situation. "This is a gift from your Massimo family," he said with a bitter edge to his voice. He raised his gun and fired a few shots out of the window, the sound deafening in the small room.
Bible quickly placed the gun in his other hand and moved to Jeff, pulling him up from the floor. "We have to leave, now," he said firmly, his grip on Jeff's arm unyielding.
Jeff nodded, his mind racing. "But where are we going?"
"Somewhere safe," Bible replied. "Trust me."
They moved quickly through the house, avoiding the windows and staying low. Jeff's heart was racing, the adrenaline pumping through his veins. He could hear more shots outside, the sound of chaos growing louder.
Bible led Jeff to a hidden door at the back of the house, which opened into a narrow passage. "This way," he urged, his voice steady despite the tension in the air.
They hurried through the passage, emerging into a dark alley behind the house. Bible's men were there, waiting with a car. They piled in, and the car sped off, the tires screeching on the pavement.
Jeff looked over at Bible, who was pressing a cloth to his wounded arm. "Are you okay?" he asked, concern filling his voice.
Bible nodded, though his expression was grim. "I'll be fine. We just need to get to safety."
The arrival at the lake house felt like stepping into another world. The setting sun cast a warm, golden hue over the still waters of the lake, creating an almost surreal tranquility. The house itself was a modest, two-story structure, blending seamlessly with its natural surroundings. Tall trees framed the property, their leaves whispering softly in the evening breeze.
Bible and Jeff moved quickly but cautiously from the car to the front door. The sense of urgency that had driven them from their previous location had not completely dissipated, but the lake house offered a sense of security they desperately needed.
Inside, the house was as inviting as it looked from the outside. A rustic charm filled the space, with wooden beams across the ceiling and large windows that allowed for a panoramic view of the lake. The furniture was simple yet comfortable, creating an atmosphere of homely warmth.
Bible led Jeff to a cozy living room, where they both collapsed onto the plush sofa. The silence between them was heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension from the recent attack. Bible’s arm throbbed with pain, the wound still fresh and bleeding slightly.
Jeff, noticing Bible’s discomfort, quickly got up and searched for a first aid kit. He found one in a cupboard near the kitchen and returned to Bible’s side. Without a word, he began to clean the wound, his hands steady but gentle.
"You should be more careful," Jeff murmured, his voice soft but tinged with worry.
Bible watched him work, his gaze intense and unwavering. "It's part of the job," he replied quietly, though his eyes conveyed a depth of emotion his words did not.
Jeff didn't respond immediately, focusing instead on bandaging Bible's arm. The silence stretched on, but it was a comfortable one, filled with the unspoken understanding between them. Once he finished, Jeff sat back, inspecting his handiwork with a critical eye.
"That should hold for now," Jeff said, finally breaking the silence.
Bible, however, had other plans. He reached out, his movements swift and sure, and pulled Jeff closer. Their faces were mere inches apart, and Jeff could see the storm of emotions swirling in Bible's dark eyes. Without warning, Bible kissed him hard, a fierce, passionate kiss that conveyed everything he couldn't put into words.
Jeff's initial surprise quickly melted into the kiss. His hands, which had been resting on his lap, moved to grip Bible's shoulders, holding on as if he might drown in the intensity of the moment. The kiss was desperate and consuming, a clash of emotions that left them both breathless.
When they finally broke apart, both were panting heavily. Bible's eyes were dark with a mixture of desire and possessiveness. "You're mine," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "No one can take you from me."
Jeff didn't know what to say. His own feelings were a confusing tangle of fear, desire, and something deeper that he couldn't quite name. Instead of speaking, he rested his head on Bible's chest, seeking comfort in the warmth and steady beat of his heart.
Bible's arms wrapped around him, holding him close. He kissed the top of Jeff's head, a gentle, reassuring gesture that contrasted with the fierceness of their earlier kiss. For a moment, the world outside the lake house seemed far away, and they were wrapped in a cocoon of shared warmth and unspoken promises.
After a while, Bible pulled back slightly, his fingers tilting Jeff's chin up so he could look into his eyes. " Bible's expression softened as he gazed into Jeff's eyes. "I need you to trust me," he said quietly. "No matter what happens,."
Jeff nodded, a small, hesitant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. The vulnerability in Bible's voice and the tenderness in his touch made him feel safe, despite the chaos that had led them here.
The sound of the lake lapping gently at the shore filled the silence that followed. Jeff closed his eyes, allowing himself to relax for the first time in what felt like forever. The rhythm of Bible's heartbeat under his cheek was soothing, grounding him in the moment.
After a few moments, Bible stood and offered Jeff his hand. "Come on," he said. "Let's get you settled."
They moved through the house, Bible leading Jeff to a bedroom with large windows overlooking the lake. The room was simple but cozy, with a large bed covered in a soft, quilted blanket.
"You can rest here," Bible said, his tone gentle. "I'll be right outside if you need anything."
Jeff nodded, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over him. The adrenaline that had kept him going was finally wearing off, leaving him drained. He sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Bible turned to leave.
But just as Bible reached the door, Jeff spoke up. "Bible, wait."
Bible turned, his expression questioning. "Yeah?"
Jeff hesitated, searching for the right words. "umm... You" Finally, he said, "You should be careful to take care of the wounds."
Bible's gaze softened, and he gave a small nod. "Get some rest, Jeff
With that, Bible left the room, closing the door softly behind him. Jeff lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, but for the first time in a long werehile, he felt a flicker of hope that's something he can't be it
