Remember? This isn't the first time Camila is stabbing him on the back! 🤦🏽♂️😥
Camila*_* Swinston and I had left the states to a reserved place in Cuba. There, he said we would be safe and would never be tracked. It looked like a military mercenary base, no questions asked because I knew who Swinston was, he was a killer like me. And for 24 hours, my brain was frozen from thoughts. I didn't want to think about what happened to Logan, but there was one question that lingered in my mind. "Is he dead?" I asked Swinston who came to check up on me at my quarters. He's been doing that. "Do you think he's not?" He retorted, serving himself a chair. He held my two hands and looked into my eyes. "You have nothing to worry about, Camila—" "But I Killed him?" I asked with a faint voice. "You had no option, Camila. He was going to kill us both, he was insane, it was a very good thing you did even for him, you relieved him of any future pain…" he sighed. "You saved me, Camila. Doesn't that count for something?" He took his h
Camila*_* "What's with the rush? Where are we going?!" I slipped out my hand from his grip. He said that we were going to a safe place, but we had gone Into another section of the bunker which looked like a chemical and research facility. "A saf—" "A safe place, yes that's what you said before!" I raised my voice at him. I was feeling uncomfortable. "Do you trust me?" When he would argue or get offended, he would do the opposite, it was what he always did and it was becoming too good to be true. I looked into his eyes and shook my head. "I don't know who to trust again" I said in a weak tone. It was times like this that he always got me, and would assure me that all would be well, and for the past 4 years, it was true. "It's okay to feel … anyway you're feeling right now, after all, you're only human, aren't you?" He asked with a smile. I didn't quite understand his question, I wasn't really human and he knew that. "Hey! Swinston!" Someone call
He thought he would see a squad or even more posted at the entrances, but it was only a couple of them. The place was on red alert. "What the hell is going on in there?" He muttered to himself, shifting into what he was best. He went on all fours and rushed to the entrance, gunshots emerged, as always. He dived at them and brought them to their knees after breaking their bones. "Put yourself out of your miseries" he said with a growl as he walked past them into the bunker. There were gunshots coming from every direction. "What's that!?" They shot at him and he lapped at a pillar. "Too many of them…" he said through clenched teeth. "Where are you, Buck?" They fired tirelessly and heavily at him until it started dying out with screams of agony and pain. He peeped out and gasped. "What the hell have you become, Camila?" She finished them off in the twinkle of an eye, mouth full of blood and a heart yearning for revenge. She looked like nothin
"You're the one who's really afraid. You don't need to be, they are not exactly our enemies—" "You think? Maybe for you, but not for me" he said with an impossible chuckle. "And why's that?" "Nice talk, Logan. See ya when next I see ya" he brushed him off and ran into the woods, shifting into a wolf right before disappearing. "Logan?!" Camila came out from the bunker and called out to him. Logan didn't even react like there was someone there. Being fast enough, she whisked to him, nervous, she started spilling it all out. "Please give me a chance I can explain, please—" Logan started walking toward a helicopter, but she continued because he would hear it. "I swear I didn't know it would kill you, I didn't know what the bullets were made of, I'm deeply sorry, I was just too broken to believe anything, please, I'm not asking for anything else other than your forgiveness, it would mean the whole world to me right now. For the sake of what we had,
*CAMILA*-* I stood in front of the mirror, completely surprised by my own figure. Suddenly, it seemed that I wasn't the owner of this body. I admired and praised my own body. I was in love with it and liked the idea of self pleasure. What could be better? I was addicted to my body, always busy with my self, and I had no need of getting saved from it. I looked over the bed and wished that the man did better. He wasn't man enough, and that was why I had to pull the trigger and make a hole right on his forehead. I walked back slowly to my bed and sat down on the edge of the bed, enjoying the soft mattress and foam stimulation. I moved slowly, letting it arouse and pleasure me more as I fondled my breasts, parting my lips to let out breathed moans. I shut my eyes as I led my right hand down "uh huh" I moaned as my finger started sliding in effortlessly, curling up, but I was jolted by a knock on the door, almost l
*LOGAN*-* "Life, sometimes can be hell, sometimes, can be heaven. But why? I believe even though we do not have control over some certain things in life, we can decide for ourselves whether we want to be happy or not, so to say, hell or heaven, is a choice we all can make. And on the other hand, redemption can be found by anyone who seeked it, the question is, are you ready to be redeemed? Because a lot of people are so cornered in their dark place that they are too blinded to see that they could get out of their darkness, sadly. Those people need someone, someone who can see beyond everyone else, someone who can come into their lives, take their hands, and guide them into the light…" "So, do you think you are redeemed?" "Hmm. I might not be, but I'm in a happy place…" I smiled "And that's all that matters" "I lo
*CAMILA*-* Not many details were given to me for my next assignment, so I did my findings. And with the bit they gave me, I knew what, where and how. I just needed to visit a few places, a few calls and a few directions. It was for sure going to take time, but I would eventually find what I was looking for, I always did. But there was something about this assignment that seemed odd. Jacques and I had gotten a lead, which took us to the Las Vegas springs preserve and I wondered, if not doubted that someone that important or influential would live in a desert. We had pulled up in Jacques Bentley Flying Spur Speed, and I took my binoculars to look into the house, and nothing but darkness and isolation were perceived. The mansion was located at the Las Vegas springs preserve located nearly three miles west of downtown Las Vegas
"Agent 04 do you copy?" They had wired communication devices connected to their ears… "Agent 07 do you copy?" The assassin spoke into his device, but no answer was returned but a growl, resembling a wild animal's angry threat. He shared a look with the other agent beside him behind masked face… the headlights on their guns clicked on, pointed at the two still assassins before them. They were confused; why were they still? They traced down the light and it caught two legs! It must be their target! Their guns were tightly clenched and blood was running hot, their minds were sharp and their stance and fingers ready for fire. "Show yourself! Now!" They commanded. The beast growled under the veil of the two lifeless bodies. The night had been disturbed, and his peace had been affected, how dare they!? But he wasn't moving yet. "Show your face or these magazines will be emptied into your body
"You're the one who's really afraid. You don't need to be, they are not exactly our enemies—" "You think? Maybe for you, but not for me" he said with an impossible chuckle. "And why's that?" "Nice talk, Logan. See ya when next I see ya" he brushed him off and ran into the woods, shifting into a wolf right before disappearing. "Logan?!" Camila came out from the bunker and called out to him. Logan didn't even react like there was someone there. Being fast enough, she whisked to him, nervous, she started spilling it all out. "Please give me a chance I can explain, please—" Logan started walking toward a helicopter, but she continued because he would hear it. "I swear I didn't know it would kill you, I didn't know what the bullets were made of, I'm deeply sorry, I was just too broken to believe anything, please, I'm not asking for anything else other than your forgiveness, it would mean the whole world to me right now. For the sake of what we had,
He thought he would see a squad or even more posted at the entrances, but it was only a couple of them. The place was on red alert. "What the hell is going on in there?" He muttered to himself, shifting into what he was best. He went on all fours and rushed to the entrance, gunshots emerged, as always. He dived at them and brought them to their knees after breaking their bones. "Put yourself out of your miseries" he said with a growl as he walked past them into the bunker. There were gunshots coming from every direction. "What's that!?" They shot at him and he lapped at a pillar. "Too many of them…" he said through clenched teeth. "Where are you, Buck?" They fired tirelessly and heavily at him until it started dying out with screams of agony and pain. He peeped out and gasped. "What the hell have you become, Camila?" She finished them off in the twinkle of an eye, mouth full of blood and a heart yearning for revenge. She looked like nothin
Camila*_* "What's with the rush? Where are we going?!" I slipped out my hand from his grip. He said that we were going to a safe place, but we had gone Into another section of the bunker which looked like a chemical and research facility. "A saf—" "A safe place, yes that's what you said before!" I raised my voice at him. I was feeling uncomfortable. "Do you trust me?" When he would argue or get offended, he would do the opposite, it was what he always did and it was becoming too good to be true. I looked into his eyes and shook my head. "I don't know who to trust again" I said in a weak tone. It was times like this that he always got me, and would assure me that all would be well, and for the past 4 years, it was true. "It's okay to feel … anyway you're feeling right now, after all, you're only human, aren't you?" He asked with a smile. I didn't quite understand his question, I wasn't really human and he knew that. "Hey! Swinston!" Someone call
Camila*_* Swinston and I had left the states to a reserved place in Cuba. There, he said we would be safe and would never be tracked. It looked like a military mercenary base, no questions asked because I knew who Swinston was, he was a killer like me. And for 24 hours, my brain was frozen from thoughts. I didn't want to think about what happened to Logan, but there was one question that lingered in my mind. "Is he dead?" I asked Swinston who came to check up on me at my quarters. He's been doing that. "Do you think he's not?" He retorted, serving himself a chair. He held my two hands and looked into my eyes. "You have nothing to worry about, Camila—" "But I Killed him?" I asked with a faint voice. "You had no option, Camila. He was going to kill us both, he was insane, it was a very good thing you did even for him, you relieved him of any future pain…" he sighed. "You saved me, Camila. Doesn't that count for something?" He took his h
Camila had her gaze fixed at him without the zeal for speech. She had been fed with so much lies that she couldn't see the truth before her. She didn't want to believe because she couldn't. "I'm late, too late, aren't I?" He had never been so afraid before. Camila chuckled as a sound was heard from the back door. "Yeah, you're late, too late" "You have to listen to me. For your own good, it's okay if you want to forget about me or hate me forever, but this isn't going to be good for any of us—" "What isn't going to be good for any of us? My happiness? Or choosing him over you? You dumped me like I was nothing! What did you expect?" "There's a man, he was sent, he- he can't be trust—" "Camila?" Swinston called her from inside, he showed up to the front and put on a confused face. "Is this him?" He asked Camila, staring at Logan who began to growl at him. "You" Logan growled, he couldn't control his anger nor his shifting which was fast app
FOUR YEARS LATER Time doesn't always roll fast, especially when you're expecting something. Time isn't always on our side, just like good luck and good fate. We have choices to make, we have decisions to make, and all that matters is what we do with those time? How you choose to spend time your time waiting for something that matters, but ultimately, the question can not long be hidden… “what you wait for, is it worth the time for the wait?” I answered that question myself a long time ago, and each time I see his face, his smile, his body, each time I feel his love, his warmth, each time I smell his scent, and his sweetness, I give myself a pat for making the right decision. Everything changed with time, every single thing, except the pain from Russ, although bearable this time, I found my peace, and he was forever engraved in my heart. I still remember that day, not long after I got back from the land of the dead. He held my hands in the assur
Love, they never say, can be the only thing that can kill an immortal, a God, a goddess, and even the world. Love is a force of it's own, one to be reckoned with. Love is like the curse of a dying God, and the sweet voice of the devil. Love is like a nuclear weapon, it can bring fear, peace, it can build and it can destroy. Why is it so much? Why? I used to say "if love will kill me, I forbid love" but It was clear to me that one day, I would have to give it all up for love, but the question remains, what kind of love would that be? I would bet my life that it doesn't exist. What did hell feel like? Clearly wouldn't smell like burning herbs, clearly wouldn't feel like "a new life, a new chance…" I felt my lips moving slowly and my tongue slipping out those words. Sound was the next thing; peace. Just peace. Why? My eyelids started slipping away and my eyes shuttered as light pierced through my eye balls, the visions that passed through were blurry and scary,
My rage took me to where it all started, the day time club. And I was welcomed by two fully armed men guarding the entrance. It was unusual because there has never been security on the entrance, not like that. As I opened the door and met the ground with my feet, memories of Russ from the last day at the club came rushing like a strong wind that only inflicts anger and an accompanying pain to deliver the anger. I walked up to them, they held their gun tight and requested for an identity verification. "Hey, hold it. Where's your ID?" They asked. "Fuck am showing you my ID for?" My voice protested, taking my facial expression on the same path. They looked at each other and faced their front, like I wasn't there. Like I never existed. They had the fucking gut. "Allow me. I have an unfinished business with Jigsaw. He hooked me up with some old pal and I'm here to pay him back, in kind…" but the heavy and disturbed chorus in my voice said otherwise.
We had our first stop at Logan's desert mansion and took some good guns and some other firearms with us. "We are going to his house" I said to Russ once we drove out of the desert. "Is that a good idea? Shouldn't we like hit his business or something or a warehouse? Besides, security would be tight at his house… he will he expe—" "No. He won't be expecting me, and he will be hiding at his house cringed up with fear because his supernatural warrior is dead. And we will just send the perfect message…" I opened a small bag. "What are those?" Russ asked, staring at the small devices. "Explosives. Small but mighty…" "How are you going to set them off? " I pressed a button on my watch and it's beep connected the explosives. "Oh wow" "We set it all around his house, after he's dead" "Ay ay cap…" "Russ?" "Yes?" I held his hand. "It's not too late to turn back, you don't have to do this. You haven't even been in a gunfigh