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❝𝙻𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍❞

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Jerry? Lennyyyy?"-- He just made those names up. "Can't we just talk this out?" The male shouted, standing with both his hands raised over his head. Peeping from the side of the open trunk of his car. Casual as possible. Despite the friendly tone, annoyance blossomed in the center of his chest. He just got the bullet holes fixed from his last car! What did these àssholes think? That money grows on trees?-- PING. Another shot. Ricocheting off the side of his freshly paint job car. Cursing under his breath, he ducked. Guess these two lug heads didn't know who they were dealing with here. Kill him and they will start a war; The streets will swim with the bloods of their people. Their loved ones will wail their sorrows and pain into the night. Wishing for death. And Whoever their 'Boss' leader was, was going to have their head served on a silver platter. To make a symbol of anyone foolish enough to double-cross them ever again. And them? These imbeciles. Shooting him in the dead of Twilight night. Their remains will scattered along California before they would be able to witness it all go down. He wil make sure of it. Shame. Wes wouldn't be the one dying here tonight.

Reaching for the gun hidden in the front of his waist pants. He dropped down low. Ready to to aim and fire when the backdoors of club FLUNG open. Wes had to taken a second to blink because the intruder was yelling. In the middle of a shoot out. In the direction of him. //At// him to be more precise. For a moment, The fire ceased and there was only a moment pure shock...Eyes locking with the unidentified figure for the first time. Those eyes quickly narrowing. WHAT A FÛCKING MORON! "GET OUT OF THE WAY!" he called out. He was already up on his feet. Releasing the gun from his waist band and firing in time that his body collided with strangerd. Knocking the rock-solid on their back. There wasn't much time for chit-chat. But..."Are you insane?!" Wes hissed into the shadows ears. Ragged hot breathe tickling the face he could hardly see through the dark. "Did your mom ever taught you to never follow strangers into alleyways?" He mocked. Shoving tge persons head back down Lower into the ground as he scowled and fired from above their body. "Great. Just great" looking around. He knew there was no other way. Fishing the car keys from out of his pockets. Still barking for the person beneath him to quit squirming and yapping. Finally, after shimmying for some time, he pointed his car keys towards his car, igniting the headlights and successfully blinding the shooters. Long enough to pull them both up off their àsses and make a run for it. His hands firm over the thin forearm of tye stranger. Slamming the door behind him he quickly started the engine. "Get in the car" he ordered. After heartbeat he said it again. He looked over. Platinum blue eyes piercing the night. Reaching over his seat to push open the passenger door "If you want to live. Get. In. The. Car❞

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