My Brothers Best friend (REWRITTING)

32|kiss me, or kill me

Adrien
Bad boy
Good lips

"You fucking branded me, I have hickeys everywhere." Adrien said changing out of Damon's black tee.

"Good." Damon simply shrugs, laying in bed with messy hair, and the sheets half off him. His head resting on one arm above his head lazily.

She quickly changes as Damon reloads his guns in bed. It was like a daily routine for him, and Adrien simply adapted to it. " Here," she says handing him the bullets.

She grabbed the extra gun on the night stand and held it in her hands. One hand on the magazine, and the other on the trigger. She grinned softly, as she looked in the full length mirror.

"Be careful love," Damon came up behind her, placing one hand on her back. "We wouldn't want an accident to happen." His smirk flashed Adrien as she looked  in the mirror reflection.

Her lips plumped as the corner of her lips sharped as she quickly took the gun apart, then reloaded it all within seconds. She smirked aiming the gun in the mirror, as Damon watched.

He smacked her ass suddenly, "you're making me look bad." He whispered in her ear as she smirked.

"How come you've been abnormally nice to me lately?" She turned around facing him.

"What do you mean?"

"You just seem nicer than usual."

"Ill punch you in the face if you want." She smacked him in the chest hard yet playful at his sarcastic comment, and he laughed. He sat on the edge of the bed admiring her, as she blushed.

She told him she was going outside to practice shooting, he quickly urged to go with her and watch her shoot, but his presence made her nervous. Especially his sly hands, she refused to let him go and he was quick to disagree. She knew Damon, and she knew he would be quick to lay his hands on what was his. "I promise ill be back soon, 30 minutes or less."

"I just worry about you amore." His face saddens, as he looks to the floor. She grabs his hands and holds it in between hers reassuring him, " Damon, Tu' ere mi amor, y el amor siempre nos volvera a juntar." (You are my love, and love will always bring us back together.)

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grey clouds took over the sky, and the crooks of the black birds that took over the tress. You could hear the crunching of the leaves as Adrien walked, she inhaled holding a small assault rifle in her hands. The targets were each  placed differently on the tall pine tress that surrounded her  the quietness calmed her, as  she place the gun on her shoulder and one hand on the magazine. 

13 rounds went of like sounds off lightning, each hitting the paper target on the trees. She went again, this time faster moving her body along with he gun hitting multiple targets. She placed the gun down up against the tree, as she went to switch to a small hand gun.

She begins loading the hand gun, but something quickly got her attention. She turned her head hearing the sound of a single footstep of leaves crunching, behind her.

She scanned the area, but couldn't see anyone in the distances.  She assumed it was Damon probably watching her to make sure she was okay, even when she told him she would be fine. She turned her head back to the targets, and her eyes widen as a large hand quickly covered her mouth from behind.

Everything happened so fast she didn't know how to react, was this Damon playing one of his tricks on her? she recalled him doing the same thing a few months back.

Suddenly a black car speeded up next to her, the drivers door opened as a man with a black ski mask came out of it. She watched as the man opend the back door, and before she could react she was thrown into the back of it.

Adrenaline rushed through her body, she sat up right in the car as it moved Fastly, going through fast turns and tight spaces. From the back seat she could see the two people who sat up front, Although their ski mask covered any identity that they had.

This had happened to her so many times, at this point she didn't even begin to panic. It was liken regular Monday for her, she decided not to provoke them... instead she would stay calm. She knew at the end of this, whatever she had to do to fight she would.

She thought the men had big balls for taking her right under the nose of a gang, Damon's gang. Surely Damon would notice she'd been out too long and start to worry.

"If your going to hold me hostage I really do believe I should know your names."

The man in the passenger seat turned to face her and looked her up and down, before turning his head back to the front. He seemed her age or a bit older by the way he dressed. Lose jeans, a tight black tee, and a small gold chain around his neck that caught her eye as he turned around.