The Tattooed Bad Boy

⭐ Bonus Chapter ⭐

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Before I start the chapter I have a quick note for you. I honestly was so shocked by all the positive feedback I got for the first bonus chapter. Honest, from the bottom of my heart, thank you so much! You have no idea how much all of it means to me!

I feel bad that the first bonus chapter had to be so short, I wanted it to have more than 2000 words, but with my current situation, I failed to do so. I only had ten minutes to finish it and I had to be quick. So I am really sorry. I'm gonna stop boring you now and head on to the chapter.

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I kissed her on the forehead before walking out of the room. I sat on the sofa and groaned loudly. How did our life ever come to this? I stared out of the large window.

Days ago, I shot Tony in the leg. Days ago, I thought we were free from this until Zachariah jumped into this. I knew I made a huge mistake, I shouldn't have shot his son, but he killed Blaze and he had to feel what I felt.

Zachariah his wife died twenty years ago just moments after giving birth to their son. I knew that his son was the one that shot my sister. He was the best shooter Zachariah had. He was the only one that could have shot Blaze right where she was operated.

A tear streamed down my face as I thought about all the difficulties I went through in order to save my sister. I can still remember the day Zachariah found me on the street, crying because I was scared to lose the only person I cared about.

Our parents, I killed them. It wasn't on purpose, it just kind of happened, but I'm happy it did. I would do anything and everything to protect Blaze and now it's like that with Zoe. Zoe is the only one I have left and Blaze's death scares me. What if after all the effort, Zoe leaves me like Blaze did?

I shook my head to get those thoughts out of my head. No, I wasn't going to let that happen.

"I think you're going crazy. Are you sure you're not supposed to be on meds?"

I groaned as soon as I heard his voice. "Fuck you, Dylan."

"Oh, believe me, Hunter, my standards are way to high. You simply won't make it that far. Would a kiss on the cheek do?" he asked, smirking at his savageness.

"No thanks. At least now I understand why you'll die alone," I shook my head.

"That, Dear Hunter, is where you're wrong. Not entirely. What's bad in dying alone? Last time I checked everyone dies alone." he frowned. "Do you have another person attached to your body? That would be something different. That would be understandable." Dylan said and sat next to me.

I raised my eyebrow at him. "Who was the person that was yelling at you?" I asked, completely out of the blue.

Dylan looked at me with a raised eyebrow and took a sip of his coffee, which I hadn't noticed before. "What are you even talking about?" Dylan asked, placing his mug on the coffee table. "I really think you should be on meds."

I scoffed. "You know what I'm talking about,"

"It was my Dad." he said, looking away.

I frowned. "Why would your Dad even say all of that?"

"My Dad doesn't exactly like me, you know. He believes that after I was born, my Mom and him, they started drifting apart. He always said I separated them. I never believed it until my parents divorced. My Mom moved here to Florida, which is why I was able to be here within three days. Mom told me to stay with Dad for a while. She always hoped we would get along, but there's nothing but fights between my Dad and I." he explained and I nodded.