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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

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Hello world and my wonderful readers! How are we enjoying the holiday season? I wasn't going to post anything until after the holidays, but I decided to give you all a Christmas present and post the next chapter! Not only because the last chapter has been the highest reviewed, but there's a bit of confusion over Duncan. I saw FROZEN and I think everybody should go see it! Not only was it visually stunning, but it was a lovely story. Even my mom cried!
Thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites! Thank you to the guest reviewer that commented on all my chapters, you helped me break 100 reviews! :D I can not believe that in eight weeks I have 11,047 views, 122 reviews, 21 follows, and 15 favorites! HOLY COW! It gives me hope that the original version of the story will be well received also :). The more reviews I get, the quicker I update, but you all know I'd update regardless! I'm overjoyed and inspired to write! If anybody has any suggestions, feel free to send me a private message, I'd love to hear them! Thanks to Knute, SkorpionQueen012, PabloPenguin, BadassCourtney (Sorry I kept forgetting to mention you two! I feel awful :/)GrapeSodaBanBabies, BlueBerryIceQueen, and the guest reviewers whose names I don't know, I know I can always count on your ideas and reviews! Janae: Yes, I live in Ventura County :) I'm so glad you love the story, same to you Jenny and Sarah!
Thank you thank you so much to Taeyeon-ssi for helping me out with the Portuguese! You're awesome and thanks for following the story and your kind words! :)
I really want to hit 200 and more reviews! I've been advertising the story on Instagram, I hope it works! I did not draw the cover image, I found that on Instagram also, but if any and all artists want to do some fan art, message me! I'd be beyond thrilled! I am proud to announce that the first piece of FanArt has been completed! SySaiyan drew this awesome piece inspired by Chapter Three! From the sounds of it, there will be more to come
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Be sure to check out my next Total Drama story, Back to Life, Chapter One is already posted!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE, NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN, CALL ME, OR RESCUE ME. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON, THE MOODY BLUES, BLONDIE, AND BUCKCHERRY, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
WARNING: DRUG REACTIONS, HEAVY CONTENT, STRONG LANGUAGE, HEAVY VIOLENCE, AND SEXUAL INNUENDOS
Chapter Twenty Four: Rescue Me
Northridge Hospital 6:30 pm
"That's our show, boys and girls! Mike and I will be back next week, same time for New Year's Eve. Have a very merry Christmas!" A large group of kids went wild, cheering and clapping. Mike smiled as he put down his Mr. Coconut puppet that Sierra had given him as a gift a while back. Every week, without fail, Mike went and put on a show for the children in the pediatric ward. Their days were usually filled with doctor's visits and taking various medications, he thought it would be a good thing to bring a little entertainment for them so they had something to lift their spirit's a bit, not to mention that it was a really great extracurricular for his resume for medical school, where he plans to become a pediatrician. He loved all the kids, especially a little girl named Kelsey that had leukemia. For somebody that had such a short time to live, she made the best of what little time she had left on this Earth.
I wonder what happened to Zoey? Mike thought to himself as he left the children's ward and walked outside to put Mr. Coconut back in his car. He had arranged for her to come and surprise the kids by giving them makeup tutorials on their faces, since Zoey was an aspiring special effects makeup artist, he thought the kids would get a real kick out of it on Christmas Eve. She had even taken an early shift at the club so she could be there, but Mike hadn't heard from her in hours, and she didn't answer any of his calls or texts. That's not like her at all, maybe something bad happened? It only made him more nervous, especially since he was bringing her to his parent's house tomorrow for Christmas Day, something that he hadn't done in almost two years. Even though he and Zoey had only been together less than a month, Mike felt a strong and powerful connection to her. Not only was she beautiful, but she was sweet and original, it made him keep his other personalities under control. She may just be the one…
As Mike was about to walk back into the hospital, a blacked out Cadillac Escalade came to a screeching halt in front of the emergency room entrance. He turned around to see two scrawny guys drag out a scantily clad Asian girl who looked to be unconscious.
"What do we do now, bro?" Asked the smaller of the two guys, he wore a beanie with a koosh ball at the taller one smacked him across the head.
"You heard what Ian said. Leave her in the front, somebody that works here will find her. It's a cocaine overdose, they'll know what to do."
"Hey!" Mike shouted and ran over. He had to stop these guys from just abandoning this poor girl. Harold and Ezekiel looked over.
"Oh, fuck! We're in deep shit now. RUN!" They dropped Heather to the ground, hopped back into their car, and screeched out of the parking lot in the same manner they arrived in.
"Get back here!" Mike shouted, but it was too late. He was barely able to catch the license plate. "Miss, are you ok?" He asked as he approached the girl and looked down. She looks familiar, I know I've seen her before… Oh, my god! This is Heather, I've seen her at The Tainted Kitty! Zoey told me about that she had a drug problem!
Mike frantically swept her up and ran back inside the hospital. "Help! We have an overdose victim!" Mike shouted as the interns ran out. "Grab a gurney and get her in a spare room! Page Dr. B, now!" They rolled out a gurney and Mike placed her on it as they rolled her into a spare room. He checked her pulse as Jasmine, one of the other interns, took her temperature. "I feel a pulse, but it's faint."
"Her temperature is 106.4 Grab some ice bags! She's not breathing!"
Mike watched as the interns ran and got the ice bags as he gently poked a needle into her arm with 5 mg of diazepam, a drug used in overdose treatment, and plugged her into a heart monitor. Once the ice bags had been secured on her head for a few minutes,
Dr. B (as his colleagues referred to him as) came in the room. "Sorry for the delay, I was just wrapping up in the O.R.. What do we have here?"
Mike turned to him. "We have a Japanese American female, 24 years old. Some creeps dropped her off in front of the hospital, I heard something about a cocaine overdose, it's pretty apparent from the excess on her nose and lack of heartbeat. Her name is Heather, there's a pulse, but it's very weak. We already secured the diazepam for three minutes and rapid cooling procedure."
Dr. B nodded. "Ok, we're going to have to jump start her heart. Garrison, Leakes, get the paddles! Take out the diazepam and give it to her again in five minutes. After that, we're going to have to give her 1 mEq of sodium bicarbonate." The two interns brought in the paddles and plugged them in. "Stand back, everybody." Dr. B said as he rubbed the paddles together.
"Clear!" He pressed the paddles to her chest and watched her body jolt from the shock, but nothing. "Clear!" he shouted again, but nothing happened.
"It's not working!" Jasmine shouted.
"One more time, if not, we'll have to get her into the O.R. for an emergency open heart surgery. Clear!" He pressed the paddles to her once again and sighed in relief when he heard the heart monitors beeping with the lines going up and down and the numbers rising. "We have a heart beat!"
They all erupted in applause, relieved. "Dr. B, you're absolutely fantastic! I hope to be as great of a doctor as you one day!" Mike said.
Dr. B. patted him on the shoulder. "Mike, if it weren't for you, this girl probably wouldn't have made it. You're a hero and your knowledge and performance today were very impressive." They shared a smile.
"Paging Dr. B, please report back to the O.R."
Dr. B. turned around. "I have to go, but since her rhythm control is back, I need you to continue with the diazepam, intravenously 3-5 minutes. After an hour, 1.5 mg of Lidocaine intravenous bolus over 2-3 minutes. I'll be back in a couple hours." He left the room.
All the interns patted Mike on the shoulder and congratulated him as they walked out. He looked down at Heather, who seemed to have started breathing again. "Don't worry, Heather. You're going to be ok."
Duncan's Apartment, 8:02 pm
Alejandro's gang did this, I know it. Duncan went back into the kitchen, thankful that he had kept his keys on him at all times. He passed by the counter and stopped, looking down to find a note. Cautiously, he picked it up and read it.
If you're still alive, surrender and bring the diamonds to the Tainted Kitty or watch your girlfriend suffer. Alejandro.
Courtney. His girlfriend was the first thing that came to his mind. They'll kill her. They'll kill Geoff and Tyler, and what about the other girls?! They didn't do anything wrong, I can't let them pay for Chris' ignorance!
Duncan shoved the note in his pocket and ran back into his bedroom to the air conditioner dial on the wall on the right side of his bed. He turned the dial until it beeped and a ladder popped out from the ceiling. Back when he was making mega bucks from his drug hustling days, Duncan had converted his attic into a panic room to store his most valuable possessions in case anybody ever came sniffing around, and of course to hide out from any intruders. Most people put their panic rooms in the floor or behind a secret door in the wall, but he thought that a high tech attic would be much better.
He climbed up the ladder and stepped inside, he hadn't been in there since he returned home at the beginning of the month. Unfortunately, Duncan knew he'd be back in here one day. The room held an immense variety of guns, knives, and other devices to kill. Needless to say, Duncan was a weapons collector, and even owned a katana sword, but he wasn't about to go Pulp Fiction on their asses. He looked at the collection for a few minutes, pondering over what to use and knowing that time was not on his side at all, until he spotted the perfect weapons. A Smith and Wesson Model 29 .44 magnum, just like Dirty Harry. Duncan grabbed it, loading it with .454 cassuls. Once that was locked and loaded, He also grabbed a Walther PPK Silencer called "Skyfall" (after James Bond) and a 9mm Glock, loading both with .500 magnum capsules. They'll be dead in seconds with these.
Duncan went down the ladder and locked up the panic room, watching until the ladder completely popped back into the ceiling. He ran out of his room and down the stairs into the garage, jumped into his Ferrari, and practically burned rubber peeling out of the driveway. He had to save his princess.
The Tainted Kitty, 8:10 pm.
Alejandro had been making all the girls except Courtney dance for almost two straight hours, so he decided to give them a break and just let Courtney take over the rest of the grunt work. He creepily smiled as he watched Scott and Ian lead her out from the dressing room, holding on to either one of her arms. She was wearing a short metallic red spandex spaghetti strap dress that had rivets on the breasts, a plunging neckline, and barely covered her ass, with a pair of metallic green stilletoes.
"Ahh, we sure do clean up nicely, Ms. McKay." Courtney looked both frightened and a little annoyed. "Very festive indeed. Looking ain't satisfying the erection in my pants. Why don't you come over here and sit on Papai Alejandro's lap, maybe ride me a little?" He winked at her, thinking he was such a charmer. This took the fear away and the annoyance fully kicked in as she scoffed at him.
"Like hell I will! I could never do something for anybody as despicable as you are."
Little did she know that that had been the wrong thing to say, as she watched Alejandro's face switch from an amused smirk into a nasty look. "WHAT?!" He sprang from his throne so quickly that it fell backwards, and whipped out his gun. "Chris, tell this vadia to do as I say or she's dead!"
Chris was a mess, covered in sweat and blood with a black eye and a swollen nose, Alejandro's crew had definitely put him through the ringer. He looked at Courtney with beseeching eyes. "Court, don't fuck around! Just do what he says! PLEASE!"
Courtney had never seen Chris so desperate, at least not when his life was on the line, and hers as well. She nodded, wanting to get this over with. "Fine, fine. I'll do it." Despite that he was a dick, she didn't want the abuse to continue. Alejandro had his gaze on Chris the whole time.
"You tell her, now, shut the fuck up!" He hit him in the back of the head with his gun, then burned his cigar out on his neck, causing Chris to squirm and scream in complete agony. Courtney gasped and could feel her eyes brim with tears once again. Will any of us get out of here alive? Is somebody going to come to our rescue? Alejandro turned back to her. "Now, dance."
Courtney walked over to the center of the stage and posed as she waited for Lightening to select a song. "Call Me" by Blondie started playing, he had remembered it was a new routine she was supposed to debut that night, and started to dance. Alejandro softly cackled with a perverted grin on his face as he sat down in his throne that Ian had picked up and dusted off while Scott lit him another cigar.
Back with Duncan…
Duncan screeched down the street, speeding, until he got to the freeway, going dangerously fast. He pressed a button on the touch screen in his car. "Call Moyer." Duncan slowed down a bit as his call was answered.
"Moyer, round up the crew, have them head immediately to The Tainted Kitty! 6816 Winnetka Avenue, Vanowen is the cross street. Have the place surrounded and secured, every single corner. Bring back up. Do not come in until you hear me ask the question."
"Roger that, Harrister. Over and out."
He hung up the phone, getting off the freeway and completely forgetting about a huge hill he had to drive over. Duncan sped up, causing the car to fly in mid air for about ten seconds, and it came back down on the street with a thud, miraculously leaving the car unscathed. "Don't worry, Court. I'm coming for you, Princess."
Courtney walked down the stage and danced in front of Alejandro as the instrumentals of the song played, he was practically drooling watching her sway and move to the seductive music. Duncan screeched to a halt in the front of the club, parking his car. He put two guns inside his jacket, the third in his back pocket, and grabbed the Louis Vuitton duffle bag of diamonds that had been in his trunk since last night. As the song reverted to the chorus and Courtney was back on the stage, Duncan knocked open the doors with his foot, causing Alejandro and his gang to turn around. "Olha, o que o fuck?! "(Translation: "Hey, what the fuck?!") He watched Duncan walk in, then turned to Justin. "Justin, filho da puta, eu achei que ele estava morto! Faça com que ele! " "(Translation: "Justin, you son of a bitch, I thought he was dead! Get him!")
Alejandro's men whipped out their guns to shoot at him. Duncan threw the bag to the floor and crossed his arms, pulling out the Smith and Wesson and 9mm Glock. They all started firing, glasses and lights breaking in the interim, the girls started screaming and running around, trying to find a safe place to hide. Courtney hid behind the side of the stage. Geoff and Tyler managed to shift their body weight to the side, making the chairs fall to the floor. Izzy ducked behind the bar while Jo and Eva scooted simultaneously to hide underneath a table. Duncan gunned down Ezekiel and Harold, then shot Scott in the kneecap, grabbing his gun. Duncan hadn't seen him scamper off. Courtney peered her head out and smiled when she saw her dark knight.
"BRADY!"
Duncan looked over at Courtney, realizing he had to be in character. She's safe. I knew she would be, she's a tough cookie, that one. He smiled, relieved, as he put the guns back and watched her run over with a big smile on her face.
Before she could make it to him, Ian grabbed her, wrapping his arm around her collar bone and held her at gun point. He shoved the gun to her temple, which made her yelp out of fear.
"Shut the fuck up and don't move!"
Duncan pulled the Walther PPK Silencer out of his back pocket and pointed it at him. "Put her down." He had such an adrenaline rush that he didn't care that he had to have the British accent on.
Ian started cackling. "Make me."
This guy is asking for it. Duncan narrowed his eyes, his face had a furious glare etched into it. "I'm not kidding, man, I'm warning you to let. Her. Go." He cocked his gun.
All Ian could do was laugh some more. "Yeah, yeah. Hit me with your best shot, motherfucker."
Duncan positioned the gun carefully and shot Ian straight in the head, causing Courtney to scream as he fell backwards to the ground. Alejandro stood up and drew his gun, which made Duncan look over. "Ahh ahh ahh…" He turned to him. "I would not be shooting at me right now if I were you, Barboza. I'm the one that has your diamonds. Put the gun down if you ever wanna see them again."
Alejandro shook his head. "Vai à merda bastardo galo OTÁRIO." (Translation: "Fucking bastard cock sucker.") He mumbled, putting his gun back in his jacket and sitting down.
Duncan smirked. "That's more like it." He looked over at Geoff and Tyler. "Where are the girls and everybody else? Eva, Jo, Izzy, and Lightening." Duncan asked Chris.
"I-I don't know. They were all here before the shots were fired. Lightening is locked in the DJ booth."
Eva and Jo crawled out from under the table and Izzy popped up from behind the bar. He nodded. "Girls! Girls, come out, now!" The girls made their way over to the stage, shakily. "Don't worry, everything is going to be just fine. Bridgette, Lindsay, please untie Geoff and Tyler."
Alejandro tried to cut him off as Bridgette and Lindsay ran over to the boys, but Duncan shot him a glare. "Leave them out of this, I concocted the whole plan of attack, they were nothing more than shills. It's me and Chris that you want." He turned back to the girls. "Eva, Jo, and Izzy, join the girls. Geoff and Tyler, get Lightening out of the DJ booth. When that's done, I need you all to go wait in the dressing room. This will be over within an hour or less, I promise." Once Geoff and Tyler were untied, they all proceeded to the dressing room. The only people left were a still tied up Chris, Alejandro, Justin, Courtney, and Duncan, not to mention the now dead bodies of Ezekiel, Harold, and Ian. Scott was nowhere to be seen or found.
Duncan made his way over to Courtney, who practically flew into his arms. They immediately embraced, holding onto each other for dear life, thinking they'd never see the other one again.
"Duncan!" She whispered, looking up at him, holding his face in her hands, a small part of her knowing all along that he wasn't really dead. "I can't believe you're alive! They told me you were dead!" Courtney ran her fingers through his hair and back on his face, she already knew her eyes were welling up with happy tears, being reunited with her love once again.
"Don't worry, baby. I'm here and alive, I'm not going anywhere yet. You ok?" He whispered, dropping the accent, and caressed her cheek. She blinked her eyes, letting two tear drops fall, and smiled up at him. "I'm better now."
They leaned in for a kiss when Justin had to ruin the moment. "Ok, enough with the lovey dovey reunion!" They both turned, looking over at him. "Fucking pathetic, and so typical of you, Courtney. You could've had it all with me, but instead you go with this scumbag. You deserve each other, you fucking cunt."
You've crossed the wrong line with me. Duncan glared angrily and shot Justin where it hurt: right in his dick. Justin bent over and started screaming bloody murder, falling to the ground, clutching on to his destroyed manhood. Courtney's jaw fell to the floor, she thought she gasped, but she was in too much shock. Duncan stormed over and grabbed Justin by a chunk of his hair and yanked his head back, placing the gun to his temple.
Duncan was extremely incensed, so much so that he almost forgot to put the accent back on. Good thing that Courtney and Chris were playing along, the latter surprising him, for he was sure the slime ball would have thrown him under the bus the first chance he got.
"Shut the fuck up and listen to me." All Justin could do was cry, further pissing Duncan off. "Shut the fuck up!" He hit him violently on the head with the gun, causing the former male model to wail. "Don't you ever fucking talk to her like that again, you piece of low-life, white trash prick. You blew your chance, don't take it out on her! If you live to see tomorrow and you ever go near or speak to her again, I'll smash your head in with a lead pipe and blow your brains out. Do you fucking understand me, you cocksucker?!" His adrenaline was now out of control, he finally understood all those stories he heard about mothers lifting cars off of babies.
Courtney was in frightened awe watching it all. A sick part of her wanted to snicker. Karma's a bitch, motherfucker. Duncan must have really loved her, what other guy would shoot off her abusive ex boyfriend's dick? This was totally the wrong time to be thinking about such things, but seeing Duncan so enraged and aggressive was really turning her on. When they were finally out of there and reunited in privacy, she was going to…
"Yes, yes! Please, for the love of God, don't kill me!" Justin kept crying knowing that he would no longer be the world class lover he once was or thought he was.
Duncan evilly laughed at him. "You're a fucking pussy, you know that? All talk and no action, except when it comes to beating up on girls. You take it out on them because you're not a real man."
"I know, I know! I wanna live! Please, let me live!" Justin was weak, he knew he had been defeated. Duncan wasn't going to let him off the hook yet…
"You should've thought of that, chap. That was just for calling Courtney a cunt, this one's for knocking me out and for all the horrible things you've done to her. Abuse, rape, you're going to wish you never fucked with her, because you've got me fucking you up!" He started thrashing Justin with his gun again, making him scream.
This sight had been enough for Alejandro to see. Now that all of his men were out, he could only rely on his own self for protection. He once again stood up and whipped his gun out. "Knock it off!"
Duncan stopped hitting Justin and looked up at Alejandro. "We get the fucking point, you piece of shit. Now, stop dicking around. Give me my diamonds, I'll let you keep your life and take your tramp with you. Drop your gun and everybody put your hands up in the air!"
Duncan dropped the silencer and rose to his feet, putting his hands in the air, with Courtney following suit. "That's more like it. Now, gimme my diamonds." Duncan walked backwards to the door. Alejandro cocked his gun when Duncan nodded his head to the side, indicating that the bag was by the door, to which Alejandro nodded approval before turning back to Justin.
"Justin, get up." The former male model couldn't do anything but cry. "GET THE FUCK UP! SOLDIERS THAT ACTUALLY LOST THE SAME APPENDAGES WOULD HAVE BEEN UP FASTER THAN YOU!" Still, nothing. Alejandro shrugged. "Oh well, your loss." He finished Justin off, shooting him in the head.
Duncan walked back over and set the Louis Vuitton duffle bag of diamonds in front of Alejandro's feet. He opened the bag and looked in before he glared at Duncan with pure nastiness.
"Now, exactly who the fuck did you think you were trying to steal from me, you low-life scum? Speak when you're spoken to!"
"Hey there, kingpin. I was brought in as a consultant, this was all Chris' idea from the get go. I only acted as a shill at the trade off out of boredom."
Chris stared at him wide-eyed. "WHAT?! YOU'VE GOTTA BE KIDDING ME. ALEJANDRO, HE'S LYING, YOU HAVE TO-"
"BE QUIET!" Alejandro barked, "Or you'll end up like the eunuch!" He gulped and shut up, regretting not blowing Duncan's cover sooner, but it would cost him his life if he pulled such a move now, and he still had all the hope in the world of getting out alive.
"Quite frankly, I thought we should have pulled off an international heist and targeted all of your businesses. We would have had so much dough that we wouldn't know what to do with, but he wanted the diamonds." Moyer and the crew were already outside by now, Duncan was sure of it from the faint sound of scuffling feet and hushed whispers he heard through the crack in the door. He wondered how much longer until this would all be over.
"You think you're so slick, robbing an orphan of his inheritance? Fucking scum of the earth, that's what you are, Brady Benson. You are nobody and you ain't ever gonna be nobody, only people like me get ahead in the world by being dishonest and having connections to the Brazilian mafia. You put me through a lot of anguish, you little shit, and I don't take too kindly to that, especially when people try to fuck me over. I trusted and confided in you, and what did you do? Pulled off an act of ultimate betrayal and took something of great worth and sentimental value to me."
Duncan knew he was running out of time to ask the question. How much longer would it take? The sob story Alejandro was feeding him was nothing more than a waste of time. "I understand, but I gave it back, didn't I?" He'll cave in after this, I know he will.
Alejandro shook his head. "That may be so, but it doesn't excuse the fact that you took it in the first place. So, I'm gonna take something of yours." Duncan didn't even realize what Alejandro said until he watched him point the gun at Courtney. "Your precious jewel, Courtney."
Duncan and Courtney's eyes both went wide. "What? NO!" Fuck, I never should have underestimated this jerk!
"No, please. Please don't kill me!" Courtney clasped her hands together, pleading with the crook.
I can't let anything happen to her. "Alejandro, don't! Don't take her, she's nothing more than a great pair of tits and a tight snatch."
"WHAT?!" Both Alejandro and Courtney turned around to look over at Duncan.
Is this how he really feels? I thought he was in love with me! "How could you say that about me! After all we've been through!" Her eyes started welling up with tears, she really didn't have anybody in the world now…
"Doll face, don't cry. You knew this all along. What I'm trying to say, Alejandro, is that she's a prime cut of meat. Take her, fuck her, but don't kill her." Alejandro looked over at a crushed Courtney, then back to Duncan.
"And why should I spare the whore?" He had a feeling that something was off, even Chris could tell.
Duncan smirked. "Besides the fact that she's the best fuck I've ever had? She's done nothing wrong. It'd be nothing more than a waste of your time. I'm the one that's caused the problems. Kill me instead and fuck her afterwards. Consider it a victory fuck." He should have taken the bait by now. Poor Courtney, I hope she knows I don't mean what I'm saying.
Alejandro circled around Courtney while she still looked at Duncan, who had the same smartass look on his face, but he managed to wink at her. Is that a sign that he's just trying to fool him? She couldn't figure it out. Alejandro stopped circling and looked over at Duncan. "Bullshit, Rookie. You've lied to me one time too many, and I know you're lying now. You were trying to save this whore, but instead, you cost her her life. Sorry, Courtney."
Her eyes grew wider, tears fell down her face, as she watched Alejandro cock his gun. I'll be seeing you soon, Daddy. Get ready for me. Before Alejandro could fire the shot, Duncan tackled him to the ground, straddling him, making the gun drop. He punched Alejandro in the face, only to get punched back. The two of them rolled around, punching and kicking the crap out of each other. Eyes were punched and mouths became bloody. Alejandro wrapped his hands around Duncan's throat.
"Courtney, run!" He choked out. She ran over and untied Chris. They struggled to get control of the gun, and it accidentally went off, hitting Duncan in the arm. "ARGH! FUCK!" He cried out in pain, but managed to get the gun out of Alejandro's grip, sliding it across the floor. Courtney grabbed the gun and jumped on Alejandro's back, trying to get him off of Duncan, but he was much stronger and flipped her over his head in a body slam style. She landed on the floor with a hard thud which knocked her out.
Alejandro had gone back to choking Duncan. Once again, they both struggled to grab the gun, with Alejandro reaching it first. They were both heavily panting, covered in blood, contusions, and sweat. Alejandro watched Duncan look over at an unconscious Courtney and laughed. "Don't worry. She'll shortly be joining you, because I've decided to kill her as well. I hope this was worth it." He pointed the gun in his face. "Any final words?"
Duncan dropped the accent and started laughing. His mouth and arm bleeding, a shiner already forming, and his soon-to-be bruised body throbbing in pain. In a matter of seconds, it was all going to be worth it.
"Yes. How does it feel to be double crossed twice?"
OMG! WHAT DOES HE MEAN BY DOUBLE CROSSING TWICE?! WHAT DID YOU ALL THINK OF THE CHAPTER? ALL WILL BE REVEALED IN CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR: DOUBLE CROSSED, COMING SOON! HAVE A VERY HAPPY HOLIDAYS AND NEW YEAR! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW AND SPREAD THE WORD! NO FLAMES!
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