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Bride Of The Gun Expert
André's POV"Boss, it's all done." Jamie, one of my most trusted men said to me, earning a nod of approval as I went through the documents he handed me. I was pleased with the new multi-million dollar deal I just signed, and it was all thanks to his efforts. He gave me a courteous bow, stepping back to give me a much clearer view of the others. Three other of my most reliable men were present here, including Harley, who was busy rolling a blunt.We were currently gathered in my home office, where I hold meetings related to the mafia deals, so as not to get Madeline's attention. It was also linked to my personal bedroom.I was about to say something before the door suddenly clicked open, making everyone of us tense up. In walked Sheila, reddened face and a very cold stare like she had been bawling her eyes out for a while.I got to know of how Harley introduced her to the "family business" a few days ago and to be honest, I was a little mad at my cousin. I've never wanted to drag Shei
Bride Of The Gun Mrs. Wolfe
[Mature scene ahead!]Sheila's POV "Fuck!" I muttered, arching my back towards him to give him more access to my boobs.His tongue hungrily licked my hardened nipples, making me moan out in pleasure and spread my legs even wider. His fingers sensually ran down my stomach, making me shiver in excitement.He casually brushed against my clitoris, causing me to inhale sharply and cling onto him. At this point, I was so fucking wet and waiting for him to take me. I wanted him inside me, all of him."Oh Dylan! I've missed you." I whispered breathlessly, making him slide a finger into my pussy. I shut my eyes tight, relishing the ecstatic feeling.The way his fingers flicked gently inside me, making me move my hips ever so slightly. The way he claimed my mouth with his, literally taking my breath away. I've missed him so fucking much and it felt so good to have my boyfriend here again. I let out a louder moan, feeling his fingers move a little more faster. Fuck! Dylan was making me come un
Bride Of The Gun Unhinged
Sheila's POVI wrapped a pillow around my head, in a bid to keep out the loud, banging noise on the door. Why can't he just leave me alone? Doesn't he get it? I wasn't interested in any stupid ass discussion."Go away!" I yelled out in frustration. However, a different voice replied me from outside."It's me, Harley!" "Ha! Nice try." I sassed, lying back on the bed."You know you can't hide in there forever." She said."Watch me!""Open the door, damnit!""Make me." I argued stubbornly."I brought croissants." Harley said, causing me to sit up immediately. Was she seriously trying to bribe me?"You can't bribe me with that." I shouted back, feeling my resolve weaken by the minute."Yes I can. Now come and open this door before I change my mind and eat it all by myself." She said, making me stand up immediately.Once I got to the door, I decided to place my ear on it to listen for any sign of André hiding out there. It seemed to be just Harley, so I quickly opened the door to let her
Bride Of The Gun Red
André's POVI angrily hit the gas pedal of my car, speeding up and zooming past some other cars on the highway. My brother, Marco was beside me in the front seat, dramatically holding onto his seat with widened eyes."Oh my God! We're going to die." He practically screamed, making me even more annoyed."Shut up Marco!" I growled at him, turning the steering to avoid an oncoming vehicle, Just in time.Marco had just arrived from his assignment a few hours ago and was with me when I got the news that Sheila had gone clubbing with Harley. The problem wasn't even the clubbing, it was where they went clubbing. It had to be Don Fabio's nightclub of all places, an enemy's territory. Harley better make sure nothing happens to Sheila or else! For goodness sake, why didn't they use anyone of my own night clubs?Some drivers were busy honking angrily at me but I paid them no heed. I needed to be there as fast as possible. "Slow down André, we're almost there." Marco continued to scream in fear
Bride Of The Gun Drunk
André's POVMy grip tightened on the steering and I bit down on my jaw so hard to stop myself from saying something harsh to Sheila. The latter was seated in the backseat of my car, singing some nursery rhymes in a very disorderly fashion. She would shout at the top of her lungs and end up coughing, only to continue again. My ears were gradually getting tired of it."Are we there yet?" She asked in a sing-song tone, making me look at her through the mirror.She pouted childishly at me, when I didn't answer her."Such a party pooper!" She whispered to herself, making me frown.I decided to take her home in my car, while Marco was to take Harley home in hers."Fabby was so darn cute in that bartender outfit." Sheila practically sighed dreamily and at this point, I was convinced that she was purposely trying to annoy me."Shut the fuck up!" I snapped at her, not being able to take anymore of her ramblings.She fell silent for a while and I found myself driving even faster. I needed to ge
Bride Of The Gun Breakfast
Sheila's POVI groaned out loud, stretching myself and letting out a big yawn, as I finally woke up. I made no move to stand up from the bed becauseI was still feeling quite groggy.It took me a few moment to realize where I was and when I finally did, my eyes widened in surprise. How the hell did I get here? I stood up immediately from the bed like it burnt my skin.Vague memories of last night slowly started to occur to me, making heat rise up my cheeks in embarrassment. I let out a very loud burp, only to attacked by the stench of alcohol from my own mouth. I scrunched up my nose in disgust.A knock on the door suddenly echoed through my room, startling me for a second. Who could that be?"Who's there?" I called out, mentally praying for it to be anyone other than André. I didn't think I had it me to face him right now."Breakfast for you, Mrs. Wolfe!" A female voice answered me from outside. Since when do they bring me breakfast in my room? I was puzzled but still deciding to go a
Bride Of The Gun Explosion
Sheila's POVI quickly wrapped a robe around myself, as I ran down a flight of stairs in a bid to catch up with André. We were both following closely behind Marco.We finally got to a portion of the mansion that I had earlier been informed, was out of bounds. It was like some sort of dark, deserted basement. I tried to slow down, not really sure if I should follow them down there but André suddenly grabbed my arm, pulling me along with him.We finally got into the basement and my eyes were widened to see a young man, lying on the floor and trembling violently. He looked to be having some kind of seizure... only he kept stopping for a while to look around and scratch his body. "He suddenly started this." Marco said to André, point at the man."You drugged him?" André asked, making Marco shake his head before answering in the negative."We were just questioning him before he started... whatever this is." Marco answered, looking really confused."Maybe he OD'ed on something?" André aske
Bride Of The Gun Coffee
Sheila's POVIt's been over two weeks since we last spoke, myself and André. Two weeks of him being extra busy with work and his mafia duties. He would come back really late on some nights, retiring to his bedroom and locking himself up in there. On some other nights, he won't come home at all. I didn't really know why but I was worried. Somehow, I felt like he had been avoiding me because of what that man said, weeks ago. He was trying to keep his distance from me.At the moment, I decided that an alone outing will do me some good. I needed to clear my head, after all that had been happening recently. I was dressed up in a real simple outfit, with a face cap to offer more disguise. The last thing I needed was a group of paparazzi and bloggers running after me with cameras and microphones.I took a taxi like every other regular person, a thirty minutes drive to my favorite coffee shop around town. Would have loved to bring Harley along but she absolutely despises coffee.I finally got
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