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Chapter 3: Book 1 Geniuses, Billionaires, Playboys and Philanthropists: A Cry for Help

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Me. Dean and I were chatting in his office, and suddenly I looked at Dean with an animal fear in my eyes. "What's wrong?" Dean asked. "Dean," I replied, "Anya told me that Elon Musk has fucked more girls than you and Roma." "So what?" Dean asked. "What if he fucked Zendaya?" I replied. "According to the data, he didn't fuck her," Dean said. "Dean, we live in a post-crisis world," I replied. "In different universes, Elon Musk was like Lex Luthor." "Luthor had an obsession with aliens," Dean said. "And Musk has an obsession with women, like Harvey Weinstein," I replied. "We need to find out everything we can about Musk." "You know," Dean said, "it's kind of funny that you're so worried about her. Why?" - If you grew up with her, saw and participated in all the important moments of her life, you also experienced the same as I did. Me, when she looked at me with her brown eyes, I swore that no one would hurt her and when the multiverse ruptured, I couldn’t protect her, didn’t tell her that I loved her and anything could have happened during that time. - And if it turns out that he fucked her? - asked Dean. - Then he’d better write a will, - I slammed my fist on the table, - Roma loves Anya and is ready to do anything for her, you love Natasha, and I also love Zendaya and am ready to do anything for her, I can’t live without her. And do you think he can open the multiverse? - The multiverse is dead, - said Dean. - And you think Musk won’t be able to find out how to bring her back? - answered I. - Let’s say, - said Dean. - But why me? You could have asked anyone. - Because you know the business world better than anyone, - I answered. - Dean, you don't have to, but I'm asking you to help as a friend. The door opened and James appeared. - Yeah? - Dean answered. - Dean, there's a woman here, she says she needs help, - James said. - Let her in, - Dean answered. A middle-aged woman entered the room. - Dean, I need your help, - the woman grabbed Dean in fear. - Ma'am, what happened? - Dean asked. - Sit down and tell me. Danya, pour the woman some water. I poured a glass of water and handed it to the woman. - Don't worry, - I said, - tell me how we can help you. - Elon Musk, Harvey Weinstein, and Quentin Tarantino are hunting you, - the woman began her story. - I'm walking past your house and I hear them saying something about the Supreme Authority, about wanting to take over your company and that the contract on you is going to go into effect in an hour. - Egyptian power, - I grabbed my head and collapsed on the couch. - Holy shit! Dean looked at his watch and realized that an hour had already passed. Then a bomb was thrown through the window. - Let's go! - Dean screamed. - It's going to blow! - I screamed. Dean grabbed the woman in his arms and I called for motorcycles, we got on it and called for guns. - Let's fucking go! - we started the engine. - This is going to be painful and epic, just like John Wick! We drove and out the window. We landed and drove as far as we could. Elon Musk and his assistants chased us. - Musk! - I screamed, not caring that everyone could hear. - Tell them. Tell everyone. Whoever comes, anyone at all, I will kill anyone. I will kill everyone. - Of course, - Musk grinned. - Your whore will be mine. I growled and screamed in rage, turned the bike around and rode towards Musk. - SHE IS NOT YOURS AND WILL NEVER BE YOURS! Electric claws sparked on my hand. I knocked Musk to the ground. His assistants pointed their guns at me. - Danya, don't, - said Dean. - I looked at your messages, the admins of the group about Zendaya said that she has no connections with Musk. - For now, - Musk chuckled. - I'm watching you, - I said. - If you call my girlfriend a whore or if even one hair falls from her head, you'll see my rage, I'll bury you alive! My eyes, burning with rage, will be the last thing you see! - Feel Roma's fart, - Alisa said and shoved Roma's ass into Musk's face. Roma farted into Musk's face, we chuckled and drove off to decide what to do next. While we were driving, we sang the song "The Hour Has Come" by the Russian band "Aria".
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