Thirteen

Dante

With all the rush after surviving the gunshots on my way home after getting off the jet, I couldn't think of anything better than coming to her room. I have grown up in this insecurity and I have survived an uncountable amount of death traps. Someone is after me, but I can't single out one because I have a fucking handful of haters. I am not horrified though. I know I am going to survive through this.

We managed to get our hands on one of the goons who were shooting at us on the road. He has lost consciousness but he is not dead. Yet. We are going to make sure he is awake soon and we shall squeeze the information we need from him.

Right now, I am trying to clear my mind, sinking in the warmth of this woman below me.

Her tongue invades my mouth, and she moans once again, her whimpers causing my blood to heat up. Her hands thread through my hair and she tugs at it, hard.

Fuck!