The Gun In My Hand's

Chapters 24. Everybody Hurt Someday's

Lotus Grand Las Vegas, Las Vegas (Nevada), US – 02.45 am.

“You're not in a hurry, are you?”

Jonathan landed himself on the sofa right in front of me while sipping his cigarette. He sat across his legs and looked at me with satisfaction, making me even less fond of this bastard.

“Hmm.” I just replied with Deheman.

Now it's late enough and unfortunately my arm feels very sick because the bullet is still lodged there. Everyone had already emptied this basement, leaving some servants still busy with their duties and the annoying owner before me.

This room was quickly redesigned after becoming the auction and nesting area earlier. I sat down with eyes closed while also sipping on the cigarette I just turned on.

“Can I get something for this arm of mine? I've spent a lot of energy and money on your fucking auction this time.” I made my request on the sidelines of my smoking activity.

“Hahahaha .. Of course, I will reply you for the interesting spectacle earlier. Ah, I still can't believe Zach has someone like you. I'm so envious, I'm willing to replace my entire hit man with you.”

As usual, this bastard was always blabbering at inappropriate times. And so he was, a sly figure with all his power.

Whenever negotiating with anyone who from the very beginning everyone knew, whatever the deal was, whether or not to keep it, this bastard always used dirty means to win it. And of course, his power in the underground never faded by anyone.

“Can you hurry! I have to close this wound,”, I said as I groaned a little pain-resistant.

I can't stand it anymore. Cigarettes don't even relieve the pain in my arm. The blood that keeps seeping from my arm is unstoppable. Foolish time with Jonathan's couch that's been soiled with my blood.

“I'll call people to close your wounds, wait a minute.”

He flicked his finger at a passing servant. Instantly I interrupted his actions, “I don't need anyone else. I'll take care of this wound myself. I just need something to get the bullet out and seal this wound.”

Jonathan raised next to his eyebrows and brought up his mainstay's disgusting smile. The floater who had been standing next to him was still waiting for instructions from him.

“Prepare something to close the wound.” 

The waiter nodded his head and left. Not until a few minutes, the waiter had returned to bring things that could cover my wounds.

After that, I've been struggling with all the things provided. Damn, in front there Jonathan just looked at me silently with a view that he could not take away from my movements. Why doesn't he leave me alone, make me uncomfortable?

I endured the pain when I scraped my arm with tweezers and found a bullet lodged there. I threw the damn bullet hard into a stainless container filled with water. The splash of water even managed to hit me.

I finished my work quickly on my own. I'm used to doing this kind of work myself.

“Broklyn is awesome. Ah, blood is indeed thicker than water.”

I stared at Jonathan. I don't like it when someone has interfered or scratched my family's life. I knew she liked one of us, never knowing what my sister meant by being married to her own friend.

A fella? I suppose. I've heard Lucy and Kendrick argue a great deal just by talking about this bastard.

“Seek away.” That's all I can say.

I don't consider Jonathan a real threat as long as he doesn't really touch my family. He simply responded to my words with a disgusting grin and put a cell phone on the table. I still stared at the thing and refused to ask.

He smiled before saying, “Use that to communicate with the man earlier. He will move quickly when you need him and I will give you all the facilities you need to support his performance.”

I took the phone and turned it on. Yeah, it's not an ordinary phone, it can be seen from the security system that can only be opened with my fingerprints.

There is nothing useless in it, I even found a very fast eavesdropping system just by detecting cell phone signals. I slightly smiled as I fiddled with the contents, only remembering the bastard who might also be amazed by this kind of thing.

“I hope I won't be disappointed with the results of this auction.”

I said it while wearing my shirt and suit so I could cover my body in pain.

“Couple sure you will thank in a respectable way for this time.”

I stood up from my seat after listening to Jonathan's pretty convincing answer. I don't want to stay here much longer because I want to rest my body at the inn. I miss Elisha too.

I want to go home.

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Three days later …

On the Road, City of London, UK – 10.07 pm.

‘I'm home, don't say anything to Elisha. I have to finish something before I see him.’

‘OK, dude. You want to know what he's doing right now?’

Shortly after, a photo from Dereck came on my phone. Shit, I don't like any other man seeing Elisha like that. There I saw Elisha standing majestically, still wearing work clothes while holding a glass of wine, I guess.

He was staring out of the skyscraper, this photo was taken from the side he could not see and from this side I could clearly see every curve of his sexy body. Ah, goddamn. I'd make Dereck's eyes hurt if he kept staring at my woman. Anyway, why were the two of them still in the building last night?

My hands are so itchy to call Elisha. But for a moment I paled because I still have a lot to clear. I still have to focus on my job.

I mustn't let my guard down a bit because the enemy might have started to move quietly. Especially considering the events at the auction a few days ago. I remember the emotions of some people. I've flagged some enemies who might be conspiring.

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Two weeks later …

The Bullets Club, Newcastle, UK – 10.25 pm.

I sat alone in a club waiting for others. I still remember the appointment last week when Dereck told me Clara was back. I was a little surprised and decided to meet him.

How should I call it? Clara is a woman who was present in my past. I recruited him along with Dereck. It's a little weird to remember we were in an unnatural relationship.

Not just mentors and agents, not just male friends and female friends, but more than that. Unfortunately not something as special as you think. Of course, I do not intend to enter the world of romance that many women like.

I'm just a guy who's sometimes saturated and needs a female figure, and he just happens to want to be that figure. I'm not pushy and he just wants it too. That's how I used to be, different from what I am now.

Remembering Clara, she was an intelligent and powerful woman, yet somehow she suddenly disappeared as if she had been swallowed up by the earth. There was no clue and he suddenly appeared right at a time like this. I wasn't expecting anything, I was just curious about his passing first.

"Have you waited a long time?" My carving was distracted by a familiar voice, it was Clara.

I smiled and raised my eyebrows slightly as he sat in front of me.

"Not really ... It's been about five minutes. How are you?"

I didn't know if he was doing a show or not. He's an expert acting agent and I never doubted him. But the words made me smile wryly. I know he's back to talking about what he used to be.

"Well, if that's what you think, then you don't have to bother asking a lot of questions about me and maybe tell a lot more about the reason for your disappearance."

He was silent for quite a while until this topic of conversation was already impossible to discuss because Dereck had already come. 

"Clarah! Is this you? Oh, my God, I can't believe you're here. Where have you been?"

Whether conscious or not, she was very visible in her arms while hugging Clara at this time. I even wanted to laugh out loud because of her behavior. Look, I think he's working hard to change his appearance just to meet Clara.

He cut his hair very neatly and most strangely, he was wearing a shirt that was not really his style.

"Oh, wow. You're making it hard for me to breathe Dereck. Come on, you're overreacting."

Dereck sat in his place and still looked shocked by the presence of Clara. After that, the conversation continued to flow with Dereck who continued to babble. He's twice as noisy as before.

The conversation between Clara and Dereck lasted quite a long time. I only connected a few times. After seeing Clara come back, it made me feel uncomfortable. I know this woman was with me for a long time.

I mean in other things, not about feelings. Another reason I can't turn down this meeting is because I saw a happy twinkle from Dereck when I met Clara. And unfortunately this woman never saw the twinkle, she only saw one person. I'm not stupid, that guy is me.

Sometimes Clara makes eye contact with me, I'm not fooled by it because I haven't wanted anything to happen between us in a long time. Frankly, sometimes there is still that turmoil playing out between us.

But believe me, I've changed everything since I said I never had anything for her. However, later on I found a woman like Elisha who even dared to give me everything I had.

Forgive me for this injustice.

For a moment I felt so much I missed Elisha. What the hell is he doing? I purposely very rarely contacted him because I could have gone to see him before everything I planned was finished.

I took a slow sip of my martin. I can't ask Dereck about Elisha right now. I think he'd make fun of me if I asked about Elisha. I don't want my relationship to be made a joke by him.

I don't know why I didn't hear Dereck and Clara's conversation for a moment. As I looked ahead, Dereck's face was a bit surprised. What is he looking at?

I immediately stared back where the attention of the two of them was, I immediately entered into the shock of the two of them. Elisha was in front of me with a face I could not read.

“Do I interrupt?”

The voice I missed.

I didn't think he'd come here. Derek's? I stared at Dereck. But he looked very surprised, it seemed like this he never thought of either.

I saw Elisha smiling down at Dereck and immediately after the blood all over my body boiled looking at him pecking at Dereck's cheek. Damn, I'm so upset about all this. Does he want to test my patience?

“I miss my personal bodyguard. And from earlier he did not reply to my message, so I decided to follow him.”

“You promised you wouldn't bother me, Elisa.”

I don't think they're so close that they have to do this. I saw him also smiling sweetly at Clara. You're very good at hiding it, Princess.

I really don't want him to be prejudiced against this situation. And I never meant to meet anyone but tonight. Really, what I feel right now even pisses me off for no reason when your woman is like this.

“Hey, come on, do I look annoying? What an important meeting you attend that ignores my message. Let's see, oh no! Isn't this my lover? How come you didn't take me to your little meeting."

Elisha stroked my face with his made-up surprised face. Elisha spoke as if everything was normal. I can't explain this in front of them. I knew Elisha would feel hurt again because of his own prejudice.

I tried to suppress my emotions by holding Elisha's hand. Precisely, gripping because it is mixed with emotions arising from situations that corner me. I'm not going to let go at the moment because I think he's crazy about this situation. I let everyone see the tension between us.

I want to get out of here fast. I ignored Elisha's play and got up from my seat while inviting him in a somewhat commanding tone. And I don't know why the answer at once made me see my own side.

He was fearless, he was undaunted, he displayed his power with an aura I could not tell him what he looked like. I give up on all of this.

A few words that came out of his mouth that began to dare to make me have to give up with that grip. But believe me, my woman can always manage to boil all my blood in an instant. I saw my grip there. Shit, it'll be a bruise till tomorrow.

I still saw Elisha's play until he was satisfied. There is no point in continuing to force, it will only make this lousy situation even more developed. I saw a strong ray of confidence in his eyes.

I looked at every curve of the body that was covered only by minimal clothing. Very different from the Elisha I used to know. Very bold appearance, so exposed.

He's right, he's not a bitch, damn it because his appearance like this makes me want him to be my bitch as soon as possible. Why do I think like that? The mixed thoughts that kept raging in my head made me forget about my woman's heart that might be very sick seeing this situation.

The tone of the debate between women began to emerge from a simple question, I'm sure Clara also will not stop with one question when she heard the statement of Elisha who called me his lover. Shit, I didn't think I'd be stuck in a situation like a soap opera.

Elisa came back to surprise me, I knew she liked wine so much, but I never knew the part where she could drink liquor and concoct it herself. Come on, he can't even smoke, what Dereck did to Elisha. Dereck simply shrugged both of his shoulders unwillingly to comment.

Before Elisha drank his drink, he called out my name very softly.

“Leon ..”

I got a bit goosebumps when I started to feel a different tone in her voice.

Tired up?

He drank his drink after blowing blue fire from his drink-making attraction. He threw his drinking glass very hard at the table before standing up.

Before leaving, he leaned in and whispered a sentence that almost made all the nerves in my body painful.

“If there is no trust and honesty, why do we know love.”

He left his seat. I stared at the back of my woman who was away and disappeared, still unconscious from my shock from what she said. The threshold of the destruction of this relationship seems to be at the end of the sentence.

I felt a great pain when Elisha said that sentence, as if his trust had worn off against me. I never had the slightest intention of betraying him and I was furious at the condemnation of every stupid move that always made him slowly move away from me.

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