BEAUTIFUL WEAPON
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CHAPTER 15
BEAUTIFUL WEAPON
JUDE'S POV
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Being around Gracias was a dream that could never be obtained.
Watching her earlier as she dressed my injury. I couldn't tease her.
An idea crossed my mind.
What was wrong with sharing a bed with my fiancee?
A creepy smile escaped my lips. She caught on and distanced herself.
She made for the room, I followed her.
Her face turned pale, “What do you want?”
Was that even a question?
I ignored her and entered the bed. If it was possible she’d have me thrown out, but she wouldn't dare.
The danger she would never get rid off.
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes.
I felt my face burning and a soft smile tickled my lips.
Her gaze, her fire, I know I was already burnt in her head to ashes.
She stayed at that position for minutes before slipping into the quilt.
I smiled.
I heaved a soft smile, my face turning blank.
Must I take her away?
It wasn't a choice. She had to be taken away.
Many things can't be left unsolved. Finding her was my created accomplishment.
A minor mission, it wasn't worthy of my time but I had to handle it personally.
Looking at her sleeping soundly. An idea flashed through my mind.
I moved closer to her face. Tracing my hand on her lips. They looked too delicate and too soft.
I leaned in, but stopped.
No. I didn't want to steal it. It wasn't hard getting it directly.
I covered her up and lay down.
My phone rang.
I picked it up and left the room.
“Sir,” my assistant voice came through.
“I am at Meche,” he said.
“Another gang has been arranged to bring back A002” He said, his voice shaking.
My hold on the phone tightened.
Truly I had stalled for a long time.
It wasn't up to me. Hundreds of lives were involved and would still be involved.
I bit my lower lips, my eyes darting back to the bed.
At least she had a great time as Gracias. She can't run away from her birth purpose.
Or should I just kill everyone involved? That includes me and her.
No way, if not the emotional break off. She must go through it.
I will make it up to her when everything dies down.
The door cracked. I hurried up.
They have arrived
I picked up my gun then covered her ears with my headphones.
She shouldn't be disturbed.
Slowly I closed the door. They were all seated in the living room.
“Out everyone” I snapped.
They stood on their toes. Moving out.
I followed them. Even if I was the boss, everything has rules.
Though sometimes you can bend for personal use if not properly handled, then the rules will start to break.
“Chief..” I caught him shut.
“Tell him. I will be in T City tomorrow. Let's plan how to welcome her”
They won't say anything. Killing the Don and setting the Marshall 1 on fire, of course no one would dare stand up to me.
I watched them all leave. No one made any sound.
My gun in it’s best place to fire anyone who goes out of line.
My turf from five, of course I am the rule itself.
“Prepare the Medical records” a message pump on my screen.
We have attached…time to detach. For killing.
I moved back inside. She seemed awake but asleep.
That's what she was. Which of her will make a good tool?
Gracias or A002?
THE MILITIA should exist without a name just for her.
I covered her mouth.
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