Mental killer (L.H)

Mental killer

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" Where the fuck is the gang bangers?! I need to know, and I need to know now!"

He gulped and typed a few things on his computer while I had the gun barrel to his left temple.

He said shakily " h-here there r-right there, you better hurry or they'll be gone a-again."

I push the barrel further in and click it into place. He flinched and sighed in relief when I take it away and walk out. my black leather high heeled boots scrap the tile floor as I walk out to the spitting rain. I go over to my Harley Davidson. I swing my right leg over it and shove the key into the ignition and it roars to life.

I race down the nearest back road and in the faintest distance there's a house. I race my bike faster and faster as the wind whips my hair around my face. My motorcycle gilts to a stop. I race to the back with my hand gun fully loaded. My pocket knife in my left boot, I burst threw the back door to find a tall blonde haired boy standing in the kitchen with four duffel bags and three loaded shot guns.

He looks at me with his big blue eyes and I drop my gun. The next thing I no I was shot and darkness was all I saw...