Bloody Betrayal by Hayden Gardner (classic literature list txt) đ
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âPlease help me.âPB said in a wheezy breath bent over, Tyson smiled underneath his hand; Camilla giggled and tightened her grip on his wrist.
âPero Señor, usted es no ir aĂșn.âBut sir, you cannot leave just yet, Tyson replied, grinning, and the crowd was all gone now since they moved to the back of the alley. Rockies was sweating and had a heavy duffel bag by his feet behind them; he had arrived to break up the crowd.
âAnd why is that? I donât want trouble.âHah, he brought it on himself, inviting the devilâs mistress for a dance, the devil has came back to take her away and punish.
âAh that is where you are wrong sir. You touched her and sheâs mine.âTyson says in his ear, carful to not let his rigid guard down, back facing Camilla, she growled.
âT-â
âDonât say it!âRockies jumped in, bifocals clearly uncomfortable jumping on the bridge of his straight nose, another disguise, Camilla huffed.
âFine fine, so what should we do with the dumb remo?âCamilla asks, glee in her eyes, Rockies shook his head, he was the softer of the two, couldnât stand torture or bulling, forget him. Tyson rolls his eyes and gripped the sore boys wrist harder, making him wince.
âPl-please let me go, I swear Iâll put you in jail for a long time kids.âHe says, they laugh in a low chuckle, what could he do? He was no ambassador or president of the United States. Well he was at the ball, it was no ordinary run off the mill ball for middle class, aristocrat and wicked only.
âAnd what makes you so sure about that? You donât have the police on your side do you?âTyson asks, leaning his hand towards Camillaâs casually, she didnât seem to notice, transfixed on the manâs face, stepping forward.
âI thought I smelled a cop.âShe muttered, Rockies let out a long sigh while shaking his dark mope of hair, Tyson took a step back, why didnât he notice that before? The way a bulge was behind his breast pocket for the i.d. badge, the way he stood non vulnerable as possible when handled and the way he bent his back to ease the pain, basic training methods. They were getting lazy and sloppy.
âDetective actually. Detective Carnal actually, and you areâŠ?âHah, like they would ever give their names away, Camilla pushes Detective Carnal against the warm brick wall and began to strip him of his clothes until he was only in boxers and in a undershirt with a small bowtie loose. She was fast enough that he couldnât react, he sure did when she bent down to retrieve his gun and wallet, she snorted and looked back at her crew.
âNothing her but an i.d., one gun, and another one cocked, no wires.âRockies snickered, Tyson gritted his teeth at Carnal, and the man under scrutiny blushed and looked away.
âYou do not treat a human this way, I have rightâs.â
âThis isnât America andâŠhmm.âCamilla pawed through his wallet and showing a picture of his police i.d. to her partners in crime, they grin.
âC-can I still get you guyâs names?âThey sigh and shake their heads, Camilla passed the gun to Tyson and Rockies had the heavy duffel on his shoulder already.
âDarling, we know the tiny capabilities of the government here, youâll never find us. How about this, if it makes you feel any better, my name is Poppy and I killed someone tonight.âShe says softly, gently pushed up against him, his breathing quick, she smiled slowly.
Her lips a razor with away from his, eyes dilating at the light and tiny emotions and then a hand came out to pull her back and stab the vulnerable part of the guyâs neck. Instantly knocking him out, the hand on her waist was still gripped firmly and made her face into the crook of Tysonâs shoulder, she growled and pushed him away. He held onto her elbow, she glared at him.
âYouâre in my way.âShe says, stomping on his foot with her high heel, he howled but not very long, he had, just like Camilla and Rockies, high tolerance for pain. He gritted his teeth and got his hands on her shoulder when she was flying out of the alley, turned her around and stopped. She was crying, lips trembling, cheeks pink, Camilla was the girl that still looked great while teary eyed, and Tyson softened and gently pushed a stray tear off her cheek.
âUhhâŠ,âStiff again, she wiped her nose while looking down, finally looking like a normal hormonal teenage girl, the girl Tyson looks for when sheâs down.âWhatâs wrong?âHe asks, trying to block the sight of the unconscious man, he was a bit jealous, was she sad because she didnât kiss him?
âI-Iâm screwing up again. Iâm a terrible killer. Why do I keep screwing up? I just want to get out of here.âShe buries her head in his chest, arms snaked around each other, and he rested his head on hers and patted her softly.
âItâs okay Panther. Weâll take it from here now, wait out in the limo, wait for us?âHe says after hesitantly letting go of her embrace, kissing her head once, she backed away.
âIâm leaving.âShe mutters and ran out of the narrow alley, heels in hands even though there was surly glass somewhere, Tyson sighs. Rockies called ânot itâ for dressing back the snoring detective, after he was done he propped the man by the door with a glass of wine by his hand. Take it as you see it, some people might think he got drunk enough to pass out outside. And there was a slim chance that Carnal would remember this part of the night nut just to be sure Tyson whispered into his ear to forget about them, that he drank too much and wanted to get air.
He walked out and jumped into the dark interior limo, he saw some red dress and he knew Rockies would be up front. He sensed when he was in the way, and smart enough to not store the weapons of crime in the back seat, she would have a excuse to stab him with to what he was about to do to her.
ââBout time you got in here, what took yah so long?âCamilla slurred while looking at her red wine swished into her glass, gulping it down. Tyson scooted closer to her, she didnât notice.
âTaking care of business, are you drunk?âHe asks smoothly, she snorts and hits him on the arm, hard.
âNah man. Hey they have your favorite sweets in here, even the chocolate strawberries.âCamilla says softly, peeking at him over her wineglass, he looked away, face flushed. How did she find out? He never gave it away when he was around them, he almost drooled at the sight of the pastries and then it clicked. A test, would he reject or accept?
âNah, Iâm only hungry for one thing.âHe purrs, she lays down her empty glass, her eyes looked slightly blood shot but she blinked out her brown contacts that were getting her vision blurry when crying. Her purple hair in the dark all down and mussed looked black. He had to reign himself back at her, he wanted to rip her dress and make her his. She met her eyes with content and utter sobriety, he sighs, and she smirks.
âHad enough tease yet darling?âShe asks while plucking a un-dipped large strawberry and slowly ate it. He half growled and pretended that the lurch of the car made him closer to her, his mouth close to her strawberry one.
âHowâd you know?â
âItâs as obvious as an elephant in a car sweet sweet.âShe teased him with sugary names, he gritted his teeth and put his hands on both sides of her, she didnât seem to mind.
âWhat are you doing?âShe asks curiously because he waited so long she consumed the strawberry so much she was chewing on the bitter green leaves of top, he grinned at her cute appearance.
âAdmiring how so cute you are eating the whole berry, cutie pie.âHe grinned, finally getting a response from her spitting out the bitter part and stopped eating. She huffed she crossed her arms over her chest, his hopes faltered.
âAww and the view were just getting better.âHe complained and then in all one liquid movement she was on top of him on the long back seat, her eyes dark, there were no street lights so they had to presume that they took the back streets to the airport.
âPity you, the one that gets all the fun and I donât? How very and toughly rude.âShe scowled in a playful tone, her voice dipping low and softly, hands straying everywhere but his face, his eyes sparked light.
âAh but you havenât tried soft before? I would gladly show you both.âHe tried to lift his head but she pushed him back down with a nail, he didnât protest with her smile showing.
âOh pray tell what shall come out of this, try to not bore me.â
âFirst of all, you, bottom. Oh and the dress is a no-no.âTyson requested, not ever expecting that she would ever comply to his physical and mental needs such as her skin melted with his, lips merged until you couldnât tell them apart. But she obediently stuck onto the bottom and underneath him, her zipper was down but she made no move to take it all the way off, he huffed.
âYou too bolo, do you need help?â After five seconds no he didnât, his clothes were ripped of by himself. She slid the rest of her dress off slowly, waiting for the budding reaction she was looking for, when she did it, she smiled.
âIâm thinking kissing second.âHe cooed after he came back down from the skies, his goofy smile still on. She lazily pushed her fingers through his blonde hair, his head on her chest, smirking behind his head. Her dress was their blanket that spread out a good majority of their bare bronzed skin, He felt that the car had long stopped, Rockies was smart enough to not interrupt them or that would resulted in a disaster and murder. He flicked a piece of purple hair, tugging for her face to come to his, for a kiss, Camilla resisted.
âTyson.âShe states while pushing up his body off her and strapped on her black strapless bra on, her back facing him, his face fell.
âYeah? Whatâs wrong? Did I do something wrong?âHe asks, confused and a little angry, why is she being so distant after they just had sex? Her shoulders caved in, hair concealing her face; he scooted closer to her, her eyes cold and looked blatantly in his eyes. He hissed as she looked away again, she blinked slowly as Tysonâs brain finally caught up.
âOhâŠshit!âHe cursed multiple times while pulling on his ravaged clothes, she hummed tunelessly as she turned to zip her dress up.
âI just want to tell you that you failed Tyson, majorly.âCamilla had already half of her dress back on and was zipping it back up, Tyson was furious. The head mistress testing him on part of his exam with the girl he just couldnât resistâŠthe point.
âIâm such an idiot.âHe mutters, tying his shoes on, she glared.
âStop it. You couldnât help it, it was a major test you held out pretty fine than last time, good thing Evgenie didnât ask me that time.âShe winked, now she was clearly enjoying this, that
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