XIII

Demon’s POV

Fuck!

An onslaught of bullets fly through all the windows in the living room, causing tiny shards of glass to spray over my back as I lie on top of Amandla to protect her from any carnage.

Getting up off of her, I grab her by the collar of her shirt and drag her to behind the kitchen counter so that we can have cover from the piercing bullets. The bangs are so loud that I can't even hear myself think, and it's not helping that Amandla is right next to me screaming her head off. Her hands are covering her ears as she continues to scream like a deranged banshee.

“Shut the fuck up!” I yell at her, over the loud bangs and her soul shattering screams. She heads my command, and sits quietly with her hands still placed over her ears. I can hear the multiple bullets that are planting themselves to the other side of the kitchen island.

I crawl over to the oven and open it up. I reach in and grab my handgun that I hide there for situations like this. In the business I am in, I know that it is never safe and that it would be stupid of me not to hide a multiple guns all over the house.

I grab the other gun that I always keep in my waist band, and with a gun in each hand I crawl back to Amandla, who now sits calmly on the floor watching my every move with her eyes. It's actually crazy how she can go from frantic to calm this quickly. But I ain't complaining, I don't know how I would deal with her if she was still the former.

“Okay, listen to me,” I begin while I take the safety off of the guns, “on my count, you are going to run to the door while I cover you.” I look at Amandla and see her nod in agreement at my plan. “On three. One. Two. THREE!”

Amandla don't need to be told twice, before I can even finish saying ‘three’ she makes a mad dash to the door. Her hands are wrapped around her head as if that would protect from a bullet. I stand up, and begin to shoot out the shattered windows. As I am doing this, I also run towards the door. I expect the door to be open by the time I get there, but instead I find Amandla struggling to open all the locks quickly. “Why do you have so many motherfucking locks!?” She screams and she finally slide the slot open and swings the door open.

We both make a dash out the door and begin to run down the dark hallway. “This way.” I whisper yell as I direct Amandla to the stairs that lead to the back of the building. She obeys and we both race down the concrete stairs.

Now outside of the building, we quietly creep around trying to get to my car that is parked in the parking lot at the front of the building. My ears are tuned to listen to how many people are out front. From the voices I'm hearing I can deduce that there are about five men.

Before Amandla rounds the corner leading to the semi lit parking lot, where the men are, I grab her by the elbow to stop her from walking any further. I pull her to behind me so that she is cover by my body. I sneak a peek around the corner and see that there are in fact four men standing near my car. Each have a semi automatic gun in their hands. These men are professionals like myself, someone hired them to take me out, but who the fuck would have the guts to try and kill me?

With a firm grip on both of my guns, I step into the light and release my finger from the trigger. The bullet flies in the air before landing in the dead center of one of the hitman’s forehead. He crumples to the ground dead. Before his partner can react to the loud bangs emanating from my gun, he too is shot down.

Within less than a second, the other two gunmen open fire inward waqaaamy direction. I skillfully run in zigzags to make me a harder target to hit. As I am doing this, I too am shooting at the gunmen. The one gets hit in the shoulder and stumbles a bit back. I run toward an old Toyota Corolla and use it as cover. I duck behind the boot of the car and look behind me to Amandla, with my hand I motion for her to come to me. She seems to understand my beckoning and comes running out of the shadows. While she runs, I stand up and begin to shoot at the last gunman standing. His body jerks violently as the bullets pierce his skin. He falls to ground a second later.

After all the gunshots there is a ringing silence hanging over the parking lot. I look over to Amandla who is crouched next to me. She is shaking all over and her eyes are as wide as a deer caught in headlights.

“Are you okay?” I ask her, the last thing I need is to be chastised if this girl gets hurt. I have too much on my plate already and if I can't even deal with her when she is healthy I cannot begin to imagine how much of a handful she will be if she is injured.

“Demon watch out!” She screams at me instead. Before I can react, a searing pain washes over the left side of my face as a boot connects with my cheek. I here Amandla scream as the gunman who I had shot in the shoulder climbs on top of me and begins to rain punches on my face.

The guns clatter out of my hands as I try to protect my face from the assault. I see the man reach for the back of his pants and pull out a hand gun and aim it straight at my face. His eyes are icy and soulless as he looks at me. Those are the eyes of a killer and I know that my eyes look exactly the same as his. I also know that he will not hesitate to blow my brains out. I watch as his finger grips the trigger and pulls.

Bang!!

Instead of my brains decorating the concrete floor beneath my head, the man on top of me goes flying back with an enormous amount of force. Blood is splattered across my face and I am completely baffled. Sitting up I look at the now dead man then slowly turn to look behind me.

Standing up with one of my guns in her hands is Amandla. Her whole entire body is quaking and she looks as if she is at the brink of tears, her breathes are ragid and the gun is shaking violently in her tight grip. It was probably her first time taking another human’s life.

I stand up and gently pry the gun out of her hands. She doesn't resist and looks as if she is in her own world. I lead her to my car that a few steps away from the Corolla. Fishing the car keys from my back pocket, I open the passenger door and deposit her into the seat. I round the car and enter through the driver’s door. Starting the car I swerve out of the parking lot that is riddled with dead bodies.

On the road, through the rear view mirror is see my apartment go up in flames. Someone is going to have to answer for this.

Amandla POV

I open my eyes from my long but uncomfortable nap. Demon is still driving us to who knows where. The thoughts of what happened a few hours ago comes rushing back into my mind like scenes from a horror movie. I can't believe that I shot and killed a man. At the time I didn't even think about it, it was either Demon or the man, and I chose Demon.

I've actually gotten kind of attached to the guy, you'd be shocked how close you can get to someone by being locked in their bathroom for a full week. Though Demon has been keeping me against my will, it does not mean that I want to see the man die.

A pain grunt pulls me out of my thoughts. I look to my side and see Demon clutching his rib cage with his left hand while his right hand grips the steering wheel tightly. There is blood seeping through his fingers and his face is a sickly pale colour.

Panic rises as I realise that Demon got shot. Then straight away after I begin to gag quietly at the sight of the blood. Here is another thing you need to know about me…I don't do blood. Now you must be wondering how the fuck that is possible considering that blood seeps out of me every single month. And let me tell you this, I gag an average of one hundred times when I am on my period, it's not a pretty sight I tell you.

“Demon you've been shot!” I gasp out, trying my best not to look at his wound. I ain't trying to infect it by vomiting on it.

“No shit Sherlock.” The rude twat replies, his slightly droopy eyes still glued on the road. He looks like he is just about ready to drop dead. He really does not look good.

“I think we need to stop and get some medical supplies just so that we can keep it from being infected, you can get it checked out by a professional at a later stage.” I suggest. My eyes unconsciously drift down to the wound and I immediately gag.

Demon keeps quiet at my suggestion. A few minutes pass without him saying a single word to me. I'm starting to think he never even heard me to begin with or he is just ignoring me at this point. Just as I'm about to speak up again and tell him that we have to stop or else he will die, the car slows down and turns into the parking lot of a convenience store.

Parking the car in front of the store’s doors, he kills the engine and begins to open the drivers door to get out.

“Demon wait!” I yell out at him. He freezes with one foot out the car already. “Wait, you can't go out looking like that. You going to raise so much suspicion and I can bet that the store clerk will call the cops and I doubt that you want that.” I quickly say.

Demon ponders at my words before bringing his foot back into the car and closing the door behind him. “What do you suggest we do then?” He says looking at me, his face slightly scrunched up in pain. The side of his face has a huge bruise on it from where the guy kicked him. He still looks handsome though.

“Give me the money and I'll go in and buy everything we need.” Demon looks at me all suspicious at my words. As if he thinks I have some other ulterior motive.

“If you try anything, I will kill you and whoever is in there. You hear me?” He growls out with a serious expression on his face. I know that he ain't fucking around but I still can't take him seriously.

“Yeah yeah yeah.” I say with an exaggerated eye roll, “just give me the money.” I hold my hand out, waiting for him to deposit the cash into it. My eyes follow Demon’s movements as he digs his hand into his pocket to pull out a wad of money before placing it into my hand.

“Damn boy, ever heard of a bank account?” My eyes bulge at the heap of money sitting on my palm. Before he can reply, I dash out of the car and into the store to get everything I need to patch this nigga up, with a little bit of extra stuff for me.

In less than five minutes I'm already jogging out the store with two full plastic bags. I enter the car to see Demon staring curiously at the bags full of goodies. “What did you get?”

“Okay, I got two big bags of Hot Cheetos, some sour worms and gummy bears, a few chocolate bars and some beverages.” I say pulling each item out the bag to show him as I call the names out.

“The fuck do cheetos and chocolates gotta do with a bullet wound?” Demon near screams, his face turning slightly red. At least he got some colour to his face now, he was beginning to look like a ghost.

“I heard that chocolate helps with the shock.” I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly.

“I'm not going to go into shock.” Demon spits out.

“Who said anything about it being for you, nigga its for me.” I say clutching the chocolate bar to my chest. “But I did get some tweezers to get the bullet out, some bandages , some tape, a sowing kit and some alcohol to disinfect everything.”

Without being told, Demon carefully pulls his bloodied shirt over his head. I'm suddenly hit with a dizziness and I don't know if it's from the sight of blood or the sight of his abs. I inwardly count, one, two, three, four, five and six. His pack is definetly drool worthy, but I will not be caught salivating over this man ever again! I quickly tear my eyes away from his midsection and pull out a bag of gloves and a bottle of Hennessy, my makeshift disinfectant.

Opening the bottle, I pour a bit of liquor on my glove covered hands. I also pour some on the pair of metal tweezers. Before capping the bottle I take a huge gulp to calm my nerves. Okay, let’s do this.

Taking the tweezers, I carefully position them over the opening of the bullet hole. I slowly begin to dig around the wound, looking for the bullet. Demon grunts in pain and I immediately begin to gag the blood oozing out of the wound.

After a few seconds of pained growls and numerous gags, I finally find the bullet and pull it out. The golden in colour cylinder of metal is drenched in Demon’s blood, and it takes all of my will power to not puke in the car.

I reach into the bag again and pull out the sowing kit. “Fair warning, I can't sow for shit so don't blame me if this looks ugly as fuck when I'm done with it.” Not waiting for his reply, I disinfect the needle and begin my handiwork.

More blood oozes out of the wound and I am now gagging every two point one seconds. When I am done, I stare down at the worste stitch I've seen in my life. Oh well, at least he won't be bleeding out on me and that's what matters. I place a gauze on the wound and tape it down, next i bandage his abdomen and we good to go.

I take the blood covered gloves that I was wearing and throw them out the window. “Welp, that’s that. Let’s get out of here."

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ey guys! I'm so sorry for taking forever and a half to update, I had a horrible case of writer's block.

Anyways, I'm back and i quickly want to apologize for the grammar and spelling mistakes.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter!!

Much love, your girl Kenny ❤❤💋