All Strings Attached

Chapter 6

Before his other two men could react, Mike and Gun came behind them, putting them on gun point.

The boy holding Win's throat immediately let him go. Win jumped away and turned around to look at Bright holding gun at the man's head. Bright gave him a jerk and yelled "Drop your gun!"

He hesitated and tightened the grip on his weapon. Bright kicked the back of his knee, making him kneel down on ground and knocked away his gun.

They stripped the three intruders off their weapons and tied their hands back, throwing them on ground.

Win standing there witnessing everything. Gun glanced at Bright and frowned "Where is your jacket? You okay?" He asked concerned and looked at his arm "What happened? Are you hurt?"

Win looked at Bright who shook his head and muttered "I am fine"

He walked over to the guy and hit his mouth with his pistol. He pressed the magazine releaser and pulled out the magazine, smiling , showing him that his pistol that he used to threaten him was infact empty.

"You fucking losers" Bright muttered and grabbed his hair, pulling his head back "Who sent you?"

That guy hissed in pain and spat out"Your whore mom did"  Bright gritted his teeth and punched the guy on his nose with such a force that Win flinched back, his eyes widened.

Gun loaded his pistol and put it on Bright's shoulder. Bright turned his head and held the gun, standing up.

"What are you going to do?"  Was what Win wanted to ask but he couldn't find his voice. He felt as if someone choked him. He stared at Bright aiming the gun at the person ahead.

Bright pulled the trigger and shot the leader guy's leg. He yelled loudly in pain and tried to hold his leg but his hands was tied behind his back.

The loud voice pierced through  Win's ears and after that, everything became silent to him. His legs trembled violently and he fell to the ground, holding his stomach. He felt sick.

He coughed and gagged, feeling everything he had eaten coming to his throat.

"Win you okay?" Mike asked, running to him, concerned. Gun glanced at him and scoffed before shifting his attention back to their enemies.

"Who sent you?" Gun asked, grabbing the injured guy's face. He tried to say something but his voice inaudible.

Bright loaded his gun and without wasting another second, he shot his other leg. The blood splattered on Win's face who was sitting nearby, holding his stomach.

His tears mixed with the stranger's blood on his face.

And he didn't know who he was more scared of now.

It was getting dark and jungle looked haunted with houling of wind and men crying in pain.

Gun stood up and went to Win, pointing his gun to his face and said "Your turn"

Mike softly pushed Gun's pistol away and helped Win stand up. Win stumbled and cried, his head spinning. He didn't glance twice at Bright and limped towards outside. Luckily he has been to this jungle a lot so he knew his way out.

And it was about time he know his way out of any trouble too.
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Saint was lying on his bed, casually texting with P'Zee who suddenly texted him and asked about his studies and stuff. Saint smiled at his phone, amused at one of the jokes P'Zee made.