Page 74 of The Guru: Shadow

“Or what, you’ll shoot me? I bet you won’t even hit me. You’re nobody, Em, you are not in your right mind if you think you are able to kill a trained hitman.”

Not in your right mind.

Nobody.

His words shot through her like a canon blast. The room around her distorted, and when she looked at Carl, she looked at her father, standing there just like Carl, his arms up, the superior glance in his eyes. He used the same words.

The fucking same words.

And something in her just snapped.

Bang!

The sound of the fired gun echoed through the room, accompanied by a deep, satisfying thud of Carl’s body falling to the floor.

Momentarily, she just stood there, staring down at the blood-leaking body and the gun in her hand. Her heart pounded as if it were trying to free itself from the weight, as an exhilarating feeling streamed through her. A thrill of invincibility made her high like cocaine. A thrill she hadn’t felt for a very long time.

“Emma,” Deis whisper trailed into her ears. It was a whisper of longing.

And as her eyes wandered slowly up into his, they radiated a single thing: pure, raw, carnal lust. He stood right in front of her. His strong but soft hands took her face into his palms, and he kissed her. A kiss, like she had never felt before. His lips burning hers down, so strong and fiercely full of longing for hers.

The gun slipped from her hands, hitting the ground with a loudclunkand her free hands searched for his touch, devouring his body. She wanted to be consumed by him, celebrate the moment of thrill with him. The moment where no heaviness pushed her into the ground, where all of her vibrated in elation.

He pushed her into the wall behind her, his lips valiantly kissing down her neck and throat while one of his hands gripped around it, the other one cupping one of her breasts. His whole body pressed into her, and the hard cock against her hip made her want to roar. It was dark. And twisted. And so carnal, her mind stopped working. Right now, it was just him and her, absorbing each other in raw, carnal lust.

He pushed up her hoodie and cross-body bag so his hands could pull down the bra cup. His hands closed around her breasts to massage them while his mouth went down on them, kissing and then licking and sucking her nipples ferociously. It was a wondrous, wrecking feeling. Everything in her screamed for more. Prickling explosions filled her core as his strong hands gripped her body so viciously.

“Grrhmm,” came a moaning, rasping sound from behind Deis that made them both freeze.

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” shouted Deis. And sure enough, the body of Carl Pearson started to move again.

Right at this moment, a realization hit her.

What the fuck am I doing here? Making out with Deis after I shot Carl? Carl, who is not dead! What the hell is wrong with me? It is all so fundamentally wrong!

Deis picked up the gun from the floor and pointed it directly at Carl’s head.

“Deis, don’t!”

“Emma, he knows too much, and for heaven’s sake, he is the worst of the bad guys, he’s a hitman, a trafficker, an assaulter. He deserves to die.”

“But you are no judge.”

“And you are? Shooting him? What do you think will happen if he walks out of here?”

Fuck. I shot him. I. Not Deis. I.

“Deis, I…”

She wanted to say she didn’t mean to. But she meant to. It had come so naturally, pulling the trigger, shooting him.

“Emma, he knows too much.”

And there it was. Secrets. Secrets that weren’t allowed to be spilt.

“Gwemmma,” breathed Carl out, obviously in a state of complete agony, and she flashed her eyes at him. He lifted his arm with the last of his power. “Ewemma, you are–”

Bang.

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