desperado
ˌdɛspəˈrɑːdəʊ/Submit
noundated
a desperate or reckless person, especially a criminal.
synonyms: bandit, criminal, outlaw, renegade, marauder, raider, robber, lawbreaker, villain;
A take on Libra23's Infamous SHE and Rihanna's Desperado.
They were back in their house. It would be the first night they had stayed here since they were in Barbados, and then in hiding. It was safe to say they were happy to be home. But right now, as Robyn managed to get herself into an upright position, her ears pricked up to something outside. She reached out for the lamp on her bedside and switched it on.
"Maurice!" She whispered trying to nudge him awake, all she wanted to do was go for her thousandth trip to the toilet, since baby was now engaged and was seemingly always pressing on her bladder.
"Maurice!" She spoke slightly louder as the ruckus outside got louder.
"What?" He groaned, yawning, but soon shot up when he heard the noise too. "Stay here!..." He growled, grabbing his gun from the bedside drawer and loading it.
"But I need a wee!" She whined as Maurice sighed.
"Use the en suite. But DON'T move from there." He barked as she nodded, scurrying off but still very much listening to what's going on.
Robyn crept her very pregnant self to the bathroom with a little scurry. She didn't have time for her mind to go crazy, didn't have time to assess the situation fully, because the need to relieve her bowel somehow took a higher precedence. She listened quietly, praying that her man would be safe, that he would make it out of this okay.
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Fighting Maurice's orders to stay in the bathroom, she slowly crept out. The ruckus downstairs being far too much for her just to sit idly by. She cussed at herself for every creak in the stairs she made. Wincing every time she drew attention to herself.
Slowly she inched into the room, flinching as a gunshot went off. A quick, brief second to doubt her choices before she flung into the room with a scream.
Maurice's head swung around as if it were on a swivel, giving her a scowl. "What did I tell you?!" He growled, aiming his Glock 26s at the invaders.
"You think I could just stay there and listen to all this?!" She retorted, before gasping.
"The least you coulda- done" he groaned as he realised he was out of ammo, taking things to a more hand to hand combat as he swung a right hook knocking one of the few standing to the floor.
"The least you coulda done was call Mijo, someone!" He spoke almost effortlessly as if he wasn't fighting off some well trained men.
"Not only you put your life in danger but also our babies-" Maurice paused to catch his breath as the last man standing was down. "And-" He turned around.
"ROBYN!" He shouted, his voice breaking, flinching as the loud bang ricocheted in his ears.
Instinctively he shot in the direction the noise came from, hearing a body hit the floor, he finally looked down to his fiancé.
Scooping her limp body up in his arms, he glanced over to the spot where she laid.
Bright red liquid staining there oak wood flooring.
