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He woke up several hours later because of someone’s strained moan. Desmond opened his eyes and sweetly stretched his arms. God, it felt good to be out of the damn cuffs finally! Gabriel was sitting on the couch, and he looked like the definition of ‘confused.’ “Where are we?” he asked finally. “My apartment,” Desmond got up and slightly opened the window to let in some air. “Good thing that I covered the rent for the next couple of months, huh?” “Your apartment?” Rayhe frowned. “You
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“Thank you,” Gabriel said, and that made Desmond blink and look away from the dirty window finally. He looked up and realized that Rayhe was thanking the waitress who took their empty plates and was now walking away. He glanced at the table and frowned when he saw that his plate was gone. “You finished your food,” Gabriel said quietly, and Desmond looked at him thoughtfully. “Right,” he muttered. “I ordered coffee,” Rayhe said as quietly as before. “I’m sorry,” he added after sev
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It was almost eleven in the morning when he woke up. At first, he couldn’t figure out where he was, and then he remembered last night. The cook, he thought and started to shake. The cook and his monocle... Desmond gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. “Stop this,” he ordered himself silently. “Stop this right now!” To his enormous surprise, it worked and he opened his eyes. He saw another white door in the corner and remembered what Jason told him last night. There was a bathroom in here as wel
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He never went back to the docks after that happened, and he would have the same occurring nightmare almost every night. The monocle, it would always be the monocle. He wouldn’t see the man’s face, just the monocle gleaming in the moonlight. And then everything would repeat itself with nauseating precision. And then Desmond would wake up, choking on his own scream. He would lie on his bench, shaking, with tears crawling down his face. After a month or so, it started getting cold, and Desmond
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They smoked in silence for a while, and then Desmond asked suddenly: “How many people have you killed?” Gabriel looked at him, his expression almost the same, but his eyes got a little darker. “Why?” he asked. Desmond shrugged, cigarette resting between his fingers. “Curious,” he said. “Just wondering how much of a badass you really are.” “Right,” Rayhe hemmed. “Okay, I’ll answer... But I get to ask you a question as well.” “Sounds fair to me,” Desmond shrugged again.
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“I didn’t even touch you,” Gabriel muttered when both of them were coherent enough to speak. Desmond slowly opened his eyes and looked at him. “Mmm?” he asked lazily. “You came...” Gabriel whispered. “...so hard... And I didn’t even touch you...” Desmond smiled without baring his teeth and closed his eyes again. “When the angle is right, I don’t need to be touched,” he muttered and felt a light peck of Gabriel’s lips on his own. “And the angle was ideal,” he finished when the
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Gabriel grabbed his bag and ripped it open. “You just had to say it...” he muttered while rummaging inside the bag. “Say what?” Desmond frowned. “About Salamanders showing on my doorstep within the next two hours,” Gabriel grumbled. “Right,” Desmond snorted. “It’s my fault...” Suddenly, Gabriel left his bag alone and walked closer to Desmond. “Specter,” he murmured, and Desmond blinked. They were standing really close to each other now. So close, Desmond could feel Gabrie
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Gabriel came back three or four hours later, and Desmond just hemmed when he saw a hefty-size bag on his shoulder. He didn’t say anything and kept watching the guy whose facial expression could not possibly get any gloomier. “Wanna play cards?” he asked finally, and Gabriel looked up, startled. “Sure,” he said slowly. They sat at the table, and Desmond noticed that Gabriel kept that bag of his close to him, within reach. They played for a while, and then after an hour or so, Gabriel
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Desmond woke up with a muffled moan. He sat up, trying to calm down his wild heartbeat. Damn, those dreams again... He hated them. He got off the couch and went into the kitchen. It was day nineteen of his imprisonment, and by now, Gabriel was convinced enough for him not to do anything dangerous or stupid, so he didn’t cuff him for the night anymore. Desmond was thankful for that. He rummaged through the fridge, and finally found a bottle of beer. He twisted the cap off and was greeted by a sof
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By the end of the first week of his imprisonment, Desmond was finally able to accept the fact that he was not going anywhere for a while. Until the end of the month, to be exact. He hated the arrangement, but there was nothing he could do about it. He grudgingly accepted the fact that he had finally met his match in Gabriel. The man thought ahead of pretty much everything. He would always keep the spell up whenever he was at home; when he had to leave the house, he would always chain Desmond to
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It was several hours later, and Desmond felt like shit. He couldn’t find a comfortable or at least, a semi-comfortable position at all. If he sat down, his arms would be strained above his head and they would start aching after several minutes. If he stood up, it would make his shoulders feel better, but it also made his knee hurt. Desmond remembered the kick that the bastard landed on his kneecap and gritted his teeth for probably a thousandth time within the last couple of hours. He would kill
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Specter's Gamble (chapter 2) “If you work hard enough, Desmond, you might become one of the Guardians.” His Grandmother looked at him intently, her white hair framing her slim face. She was in her early sixties but remained beautiful nonetheless. Back when she was a young girl, her hair was the same color as Desmond’s – raven-black. She started to get grey hair by the time she hit thirty, and by now, she was completely white. Sometimes, Desmond wondered if the same thing would ha
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Desmond lazily sucked on his cigarette, his entire posture completely relaxed, eyes half-closed. He was watching his mark for the last hour or two, and it seemed like the playboy was about to leave finally. Usually, Desmond didn’t bother with cases like this one; he couldn't care less about scorned lovers’ affairs. This one, however, paid more than enough, so he took the case. The woman who hired him (of course, it was a woman! A man would’ve just shot the son of a bitch point-blank without hiri
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Desmond is an assassin who is on the top of the list when it comes to his line of work. He is the one people would call in dire need to get rid of someone; he is one of the best. One night, however, Desmond meets his match... (book I in the series)
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Only One Road (chapter 21) Three Months Later “Ah, crap…” I muttered when I saw flashing lights of a cop’s car behind me. I obediently pulled over and shut off the engine. Dylan opened the door and got out of the car. “Are you crazy?” I demanded, and he just gave me his trademark smile. “He’ll shoot you for all we know!” He looked like he was trying his best not to roll his eyes. “We are in the middle of nowhere,” he answered evenly. “The last town we passed h
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Only One Road (chapter 20) The door was unlocked just like I expected. I didn’t even bother being quiet – I didn’t see the point. “Finally!” I heard Mickey’s voice from the living room. “Took you a while! I got bored, had to start without you. Hurry up already!” I walked into the medium size living room. When I saw Dylan, I almost shot Mickey right then and there. Dylan was handcuffed to the old heater, his arms twisted above his head in a tight, painful arch, his face so pale
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Only One Road (chapter 19) We were driving for probably ten minutes, when Jenny tried to reach for her bag. “Ugh,” she said exasperatedly. “I left my phone in the stupid bag! May I use yours?” “Sure,” I smiled and handed her my phone. I knew that she was going to call Tanner. “Hey, babe,” she said in a minute or so, and laughed slyly. “No, it’s not Connor. It’s me… Huh? What do you mean?” She frowned and looked at me. I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “Give hi
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Only One Road (chapter 18) I got to my apartment building in record time of four minutes. I didn’t even bother with waiting for the elevator, I just ran upstairs. While I was running, I kept calling myself every single name in the book. ‘Dumbass’ was probably the mildest one. I expected my door to be unlocked, and when it was indeed, I just swore out loud. I burst inside, knowing that the damn apartment was empty. Son of a bitch! Mickey’s out of the hospital, Tanner is trying every
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Only One Road (chapter 17) NOW “…to get more,” Dylan said. I blinked and turned around. For the last ten minutes, I’ve been staring out of the window, caught in my own thoughts that were filling my head with urgent buzzing. I haven’t heard a single word of what he said. “What?” I asked. “Sorry, I was thinking.” “I said, you are out of coffee,” he said slowly. “You’ll need to get more. What were you thinking about?” I smiled and went away from the window. “
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Only One Road (chapter 16) NOW When I woke up, it was still raining outside. I could hear raindrops attacking my window. Dylan was still asleep, so I got up as quietly as I could, and went to the bathroom. Today was November 30, I thought after I was done with my shower. The day Wes died eight years ago. The thought didn’t make me feel anything. It used to, though. Every time I would think of him or Billy, it would send guilt waves all over me. Now I felt absolutely nothing.
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Only One Road (chapter 15) I haven’t said a single word to him on the way back. I just pressed my forehead against the cold glass of the car window and stared outside for the whole time that took us to get home. When he pulled into his driveway, I opened the door, climbed out, and found my car keys in one of my pockets. “You are leaving?” Dylan asked with raw confusion on his voice. “Yeah,” I said without looking at him. “I’m gonna go home.” “Okay,” he said slowly. “So do y
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Only One Road (chapter 14) THEN I can’t remember for sure when I realized that. I think it was sometimes in the middle of March when it hit me. I realized a couple of things, actually. One of them was the fact that I was getting completely lost in him. Nothing mattered but his eyes, his smile, his touch… It felt like I was slowly becoming a part of him, or maybe his shadow, I don’t know. Lately, I was catching myself copying his gestures, the way he talked, even the way he at
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Only One Road (chapter 13) NOW I woke up because I was suddenly afraid. For some strange reason, I firmly believed that someone had gotten into my apartment and killed Dylan while I was asleep. I sat up with a gasp, and he looked at me with a slight frown. Nobody killed him, I realized while my heart was wildly thumping against my ribs. He is just sitting here, finishing the doughnuts, doing something on the laptop. “Bad dream?” he asked. “Ugh…” I muttered. “You are m
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Only One Road (chapter 12) When I pulled into my driveway, it was almost midnight. Dylan looked asleep, but the minute I turned off the ignition, he shifted in his seat and opened his eyes. “Are your parents gonna freak out when they see me?” he muttered. “My parents are not here,” I said. “They left until the end of the week, remember?” “Not really,” he sighed. “Right,” I hemmed and pulled his door open. I unbuckled his seat belt and pulled him outside. “Want m
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Only One Road (chapter 11) When we got to the ER, the nurse behind the front desk took one single look at Dylan, sighed, and picked up the phone that was sitting next to her. She said something into it quietly, and hung up. “There is some paperwork that has to be filled out,” she said, and I took it from her. It took me maybe ten minutes to fill that thing out. I returned the paper to the nurse. She glanced at Dylan who was slumped in the chair, his eyes closed. “It’ll be f
