Love doesn't make us stronger.
It's the passion for one another.
Love only rekindles the fire.
It's make the drive higher.
We don't love just to love.
No it's more to it.
We love to live.
We love to hurt.
We love for temptation.
We love for blood.
We love for Kill.
"Get on the fucking ground NOW!" His voice rumbles thru the room.
He points his weapon to the 10 or so innocent people in the room. The frightening looks they give are priceless. It brings joy to my soul.
"Not uh honey, I recommend not to do that" I quickly turn my gun to the woman who thought it was a good idea to secretly pull her phone out.
"See sweetie no where in his directions was there the pull your phone out was it ?" I asked the now crying bitch pointing my gun towards her temple.
"N-N-No, just please don't shoot me "
"That's not my decision" I whispered in her ear.
I looked over and saw him coming out with exactly what we came here for.
The money.
"What's the problem here?" he asked as he smiled showing his pearly whites thru his black ski mask.
"She a rebel babe, with cell phone"
"Oh I see, take her phone, matter of fact everyone take their phone out now and give them to us."
The slowness was killing me.
"SHIT PEOPLE NOW !"
They all tossed their phones to the middle of the floor.
He quickly grab them up and threw them in the bag.
He walked up to me and pulled me in by my waist. "Love to kill" is what was whispered in my ear by his soothing voice.
He let go and headed out the door.
I looked at the lady and pointed my gun at her right between her eyes.
"I told you it's not my decision"
BANG.
