The Tattooed Bad Boy

Chapter Twenty-Two

I stared at him as he started taking steps forward with a gun in his hand. I gulped and backed up a bit. I had no idea what to do now. Hunter was not even stable enough to be able to handle this. I stared at him with this horrified look on my face. The evil smile on his face told me that I had a lot to be afraid of, but then again, when wasn't Tony evil? 

"Hello, my disobedient little Angel." Tony grinned at me. 

I gulped. Hunter stood up from the couch, wincing in pain as he held onto his side. He looked at Tony and Tony laughed nastily. Dylan helped me get up as Tony shook his head. It was silent. You would be able to hear a needle falling onto the floor. Tony his blue eyes scanned around the house before looking at us again. He walked closer and sat on the couch, placing his feet onto the coffee table as if he owned the goddamned place. 

"I am impressed, Hunter." he shot Hunter an impressed look. "To be honest, I never thought that a scum like you would be able to own a cozy house like this. I thought that you would be living on the streets or something." he grinned at Hunter. Suddenly his gaze dropped on me. "Ah, haven't I missed you." he got up.

"Back off." Hunter stood in front of Tony. 

"Oh, don't be so overprotective. I was just trying to make a friendly conversation." he looked at me with a look that told me that everything was just a deception. "We always have these, don't we, Angel?" 

I gulped. I thought of all the times Tony actually gave me that look, and all of those were horribly terrifying. I blinked a few times. After all the tortures, abuse, and attempt of murder, Tony is actually here; standing in front of me with a gun in his hand. Of course, he wasn't here to make a friendly conversation. He was here to either take me back, or kill me. I'd rather have Tony to kill me than bring me back to the life I used to have. I was finally happy. I was living happy with Hunter. Heck; I was happy this morning, until... 

"Shut the fuck up." Dylan glared at Tony. 

"Oh, we haven't met." Tony faked a surprised look. "I am Tony, by the way." he grinned at Dylan and then looked at me again. "Who is this, Zoe? Another one of your pimps? I always knew you were a whore." and as soon as he said that, Hunter his hand formed into a fist and flew onto his face.

"That is fucking enough, you son of a bitch!" I yelped and hid behind Dylan. 

Tony laughed as he wiped the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. "I didn't expect it to be that good." He nodded his head impressively. "I sure underestimated you, pretty boy." 

"Well, I'm about to be fucking gorgeous in just a few minutes." Hunter clenched his jaw and his fist connected with Tony's face again, making Tony fall on the floor. 

The gun slipped out of his hands as he fell. Tony looked up at Hunter with furious eyes. "Okay, now that was a bit too much." he growled, grabbing the gun and standing up again. 

He pointed the gun at Hunter and I gasped. This was not happening. I felt Dylan tense as he watched everything that was happening in front of him. We had to do something. We couldn't just stand here and watch what they're doing. Hunter can get killed, and I can't live without Hunter. 

"All this time I thought this little bitch was dead, but then Brandon, another one of her pimps, called me and told me that she's still alive. I really didn't think that she would've survived," Tony spat angrily. "But that's okay, because today you won't survive, bitch." he pointed the gun at Dylan and I. "Today you are going to die for sure." 

I gulped as I watched his index finger linger over the trigger. This is it, I guess. This was going to be it. I looked at Hunter as he stared at me with wide eyes. Somehow it seemed as if he had forgotten the pain in his side. Dylan on the other hand, stood in front of me in a protective way.