Hey! Okay this one I wrote awhile ago and the prompt was a woman in bed holding a gun. So this is my interpretation of what was going on.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. But I own this plot.
My gaze fixed on the bruising of my knuckles as I wrapped my hand around the hotel door knob. There was a faint light coming from the bedroom, and my guard was instantly on edge.
I didn't leave anything on before I left.
I drew out my gun, expecting the worst as I kicked open the door, aiming my weapon at its prey.
I wasn't expecting to find my finance lying on the bed, her legs bent and crossed at the knee, exposing her bare ass to me. My dick would have been hard if it wasn't for the fact that she was holding a gun in her hand.
One of my guns.
And the letters I had sent my men.
"What is this?" I barked in confusion.
"Oh baby, is it true? Is it true that I have the best pussy in the world?" she purred as she spun the gun on her finger.
"Yes," I said calmly.
"Is it true you love me?" she asked, reading the notes.
"Yes."
"And is it true you killed my father?" she questioned with malice as the smile left her face and she aimed the gun right between my eyes.
"Yes."