Guns & Roses

Chapter 1

Azalea's POV

I increased the speed of my Ducati as I zoomed in between cars. It's three in the morning but the streets are packed. The roads became more and more deserted the more I got out of town. I saw the warehouse from a mile away and I increased my speed full max the more I approached the warehouse.

Jason's POV

The sound of a Ducati filled my ears and my gun fell from my hands, landing on the ground with a clank. I could tell the Ducati was close and going extremely fast. Before I could think the warehouse doors busted open and someone on a Ducati drifted in the middle of the warehouse. It was like time froze as the rider of the Ducati got off the bike, removing their helmet shaking out a mess of beautiful brown curls.

My mouth dropped open, she was beautiful. Wait, what the fuck? “Close your mouth, you'll catch flies.” She snapped narrowing her eyes at me.

“Do you know who the fuck I am?” I growled.

She let out an angelic laugh before pulling out two guns and pointing both of them at me. “I dunno tell me, who are you?” She asked with a smirk plastered across her flawless face.

This bitch thinks she's hot shit. “Kitten, I'm Jason McCann.” I said with confidence expecting her to cringe but she didn't lose that smirk.

“Well now that we're all aquainted let's finish this shit. Who wants to go first?” She said that smirk playing across her face and her violet eyes were dark. No one moved or said anything, they all were just as confused as I was. “I said who the fuck wants to go first?” She screamed firing the gun, sending a bullet flying across my head and barely missing me.

A smirk crossed my face and I said, “Put those down before you hurt yourself, kitten.”

She let the smirk fell from her face and mine widened. Someone's not as tough as we thought. She walked over to me slowly and her face inches away from mine. She held the gun up in the air and she lazily let her arm fall. I tensed when I felt the tip of the gun pressed his against my dick. “Do you want me to pull the trigger?” She hissed.

I narrowed my eyes at her. “The nerve of this bitch.” I muttered before attempting to knock the gun out of her hand but she was fast.

“Tsk, tsk, Jason. Do you really think this is a game?” She purred batting her long eyelashes at me. The fuck? “Don't believe me?” She asked when I hadn't answered. She still had the gun on my dick but she turned slightly pointing the other gun at one of my new gang members. I watched as her finger played on the trigger before the sound of a gun shot filled my ears. Now my gang member laid on the ground lifeless.

She pulled a rose out of her leather jacket and threw it to the body muttering, “Rose bitch.” Something inside of me snapped and I grabbed her causing the guns to fall out of her hands. The nerve this bitch has. Does she understand what the fuck I'm capable of? I swept her feet out from under her and knocked her on to the ground, hovering above her.

My lips hovered above her neck while I held her pinned to the cold cement, the whole time she looked unphased. “Jason! Leave her, we have to go!” Chaz yelled as the sound of more cars pulling into the parking lot outside filled my ears. I placed a kiss on her forehead before running behind the rest of my gang who already began to flee the warehouse.