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Chapter 105: Chapter 105 Ordering Guns
Lilith stepped outside to meet Liam and Ella, her sleek heels clicking softly against the pavement. Her golden-blonde hair was tied in a neat ponytail, and as always, she looked like a queen dressed for war—flawless, dangerous, and effortlessly stunning. She had gone back to her room briefly to grab something, and in doing so, she ended up crashing into Liam quite literally.
The way the two of them stared at each right now—so close, so intense—was enough to draw suspicion. Neither of them spoke, just gazed in silence as if time had paused between them.
Ella, standing nearby with arms crossed, narrowed her eyes slightly and smirked. "Did I miss anything?"
Liam immediately cleared his throat, awkward but trying to play it cool. "No. Nothing."
Lilith, without even flinching or addressing Ella’s remark, simply adjusted the collar of her blazer and said, "Let’s go."
Liam raised an eyebrow. No keys? No mention of the car? Something wasn’t adding up.
He took a step toward the black Ferrari parked nearby and asked, "Wait, what do you mean ’let’s go’? Why are we leaving the cars?"
Lilith shot him a quick glance over her shoulder. "We’re taking a taxi."
Liam stopped dead in his tracks.
"What?"
She didn’t reply, just kept walking ahead like she hadn’t just said something completely outrageous. Liam stood frozen for a second, struggling to process. A taxi? They had two supercars parked outside. Who the fuck chooses a taxi over that?
Ella walked beside him and gently patted his shoulder, clearly amused. "She probably doesn’t want to draw attention. These cars scream headlines."
Liam sighed heavily. "Yeah, they scream class too."
Still, he didn’t argue further. He followed along as Lilith raised her hand casually and flagged down a yellow cab approaching from the other end of the street. Within moments, the car pulled up to the curb.
Liam was still struggling to believe what he was seeing. A dusty, beat-up taxi with peeling leather seats, noisy brakes, and a strange smell coming from the engine. This was their ride?
Lilith climbed in first, taking the far window seat in the back. Ella was about to follow when Liam stepped ahead of her and slid in next.
"Wait—" Liam muttered, but it was too late.
Ella was already inside, and he was squeezed in the middle. He sighed deeply, cursed himself silently, and forced himself into the cramped space between the two stunning women.
What the fuck is going on here? He thought as his arms were pressed tightly against their bodies. How the hell did I get squeezed like a fucking sardine between these two? I was supposed to go in after Ella! How the fuck was he so dumb!!!
The car started moving, creaking slightly with every bump on the road. Liam leaned back, barely able to breathe comfortably with both of their thighs brushing against his. He tried to shift slightly, but with the lack of space, all he did was accidentally graze Ella’s waist with his elbow. She gave him a playful side glance but said nothing.
Meanwhile, the driver—a wrinkled old man with greying hair and suspiciously shiny shoes—kept glancing at the rearview mirror every two seconds. His eyes flicked from Lilith to Ella, then to Liam, and he smiled like an idiot.
It didn’t take a genius to figure out what he was thinking.
He looked at Liam and grinned wider, giving a subtle nod of approval. Two stunning women—both drop-dead gorgeous—sandwiching one guy in the back of his car. In his mind, this was the kind of stuff you only saw in stories or adult films.
"A fellow man of culture," the old man muttered under his breath with a chuckle.
Liam glared. His expression darkened. What the fuck is this old bastard smiling at? Drive the damn car, you wrinkly fossil.
The tension in the taxi was awkward—at least for Liam. Lilith sat calm and composed, gazing out the window like she didn’t even notice his presence, while Ella kept stealing small glances his way, clearly still amused by how flustered he looked.
They drove through the city, past old buildings, quiet alleyways, neon-lit markets, and tall office blocks. After about thirty minutes, the cab finally pulled into a quiet neighborhood with a row of gated buildings that looked more like low-key power hubs than anything residential.
"Here we are," the old driver said cheerfully as he parked.
Lilith was the first to step out. She slid her wallet from her pocket, pulled out a crisp note, and handed it to the driver casually.
The old man blinked. His mouth opened slightly in shock as he stared at the bill. One thousand dollars.
He looked up at her, completely stunned. "Miss... this is too much—"
But Lilith was already walking away without another word. Her heels clicked, her coat swayed, and her long legs carried her like royalty across the pavement.
"Thank you, goddess!" the old man suddenly shouted, his voice filled with a kind of worship. "Thank you! May the heavens bless your steps!"
Liam stepped out behind them, frowning hard. "What the fuck..." he muttered under his breath.
He clenched his jaw, looked at the retreating cab, and then, without thinking, swung his foot and kicked the rear of the car with a loud bang. "Get out of here, you old cunt," he growled.
The old man glanced at him through the side mirror and just smirked. Then, cupping his hands around his mouth, he yelled again toward Lilith, "I love you, goddess!"
Goddamn simp, Liam thought, his eye twitching.
Just as the cab rolled away, the old man swerved slightly, the car grazing dangerously close to Liam’s legs. He had to sidestep quickly to avoid getting hit.
"The fuck!" he shouted, throwing his hands up. "This old bastard’s trying to kill me now?"
The car sped off, leaving a faint trail of exhaust smoke behind it.
Liam stood still for a moment, staring down the road with narrowed eyes, then turned to follow Lilith and Ella, still shaking his head in disbelief.
Liam caught up with Lilith, his footsteps quickening as he walked beside her. She was calm as ever, like she was simply taking a stroll through a park instead of dragging them through some shady corner of town.
"Where exactly are we going?" he asked, narrowing his eyes.
Lilith didn’t even look at him. "To order weapons."
Liam blinked. "Weapons?"
That caught his attention.
Now that was interesting. He raised an eyebrow and followed in silence, his curiosity rising by the second. He knew Lilith had connections, but casually going to ’order weapons’ like it was a fucking pizza? That was next-level.
They made a few turns through the narrow streets before she finally veered into a shadowy alleyway between two rundown buildings. The walls were chipped, graffiti scattered across the concrete, and there was an unsettling silence to the place. Liam glanced around cautiously as they approached a metal door tucked away at the far end of the alley. No signs. No lights. Just a plain, battered door.
Lilith stopped and knocked twice—firm and precise.
Seconds passed. Then a small metal panel slid open with a sharp click, revealing a pair of wary eyes peering out. The eyes widened slightly as they recognized her, and without a word, Liam heard a series of mechanical clacks—locks being disengaged one after another.
Click-clack, click... click.
The door finally swung open, and standing behind it was a short middle-aged man. He was wearing thick-rimmed glasses, a worn-out brown vest over a white shirt, and slacks that looked one size too big. He looked more like a nerdy librarian than a weapon dealer.
The man gave a slight, respectful bow. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Lilith?"
Lilith nodded once, saying nothing, and walked past him into the building.
Liam raised an eyebrow again. Seriously? Not even a "hi" or "thanks"? The man was being respectful—more than respectful—and she didn’t spare him even a single word.
Ella walked in after her, and Liam followed last, his brows furrowed as he glanced at Lilith. She definitely had a few loose screws in that pretty little head of hers. Manners? Nonexistent. He couldn’t tell if she was cold on purpose or if she just didn’t care about common courtesy.
Still, the man didn’t seem offended. He simply closed the door behind them with a soft thud and turned toward them with a faint smile.
"I can see it’s business as usual," he said, chuckling softly. "Miss Lilith."
Lilith gave another nod.
Without further prompting, the man walked to a wooden cabinet and pulled out a slim leather-bound book. He opened it with care and handed it to Lilith like it was some sacred text.
Liam leaned slightly to the side, trying to peek at the pages.
It was a list. Not just any list—an arsenal catalog.
His eyes scanned the neatly written entries:
- KRISS Vector Gen II .45 ACP
- Barrett M82A1 Anti-Materiel Sniper Rifle
- AA-12 Full-Auto Shotgun
- HK416 D10RS Custom
- FN Five-seveN Tactical Series
- XM2010 Enhanced Sniper Rifle
- Glock 34 Race Gun (modified)
Holy shit. Liam’s brows lifted as he read through the list. This wasn’t a gun menu. This was a damn death catalog.
Each weapon was more terrifying than the last, and some of the models weren’t even supposed to be available to civilians—hell, some weren’t even supposed to exist outside of classified black-market military trades.
Meanwhile, Lilith flipped through the pages like she was browsing a magazine for home furniture. Calm. Unbothered.
Liam shook his head slowly, a smile creeping to his lips. She really was something else.
But something else caught his attention. As he glanced around the place, expecting racks of weapons, shelves lined with deadly hardware, or maybe cases filled with ammunition—he saw nothing of the sort.
The room was clean, minimalist. There were watches displayed on black velvet pads, cufflinks in tiny velvet boxes, sunglasses arranged by type, and shelves filled with luxury accessories. It looked more like an underground fashion boutique than a weapon supplier’s hideout.
"The hell..." Liam muttered under his breath.
He turned and started pacing, scanning the room, double-checking his eyes. Still—no guns.
That’s when Ella appeared beside him, her voice breaking the silence.
"I know what you’re thinking," she said with a smirk, stepping close.
Liam turned slightly, and immediately, his eyes caught the subtle shift in her posture. She had unconsciously folded her arms under her chest—pushing up her generous breasts, the top part of which was now clearly visible from her low-cut outfit.
Goddamn. Liam quickly cleared his throat and looked away. Focus, Liam. Don’t be a pervert. Just ask a question like a normal human.
"What... what do you think I’m thinking?" he asked, trying to keep his voice even.
Ella smiled, still unaware of the view she was giving. "You’re wondering why there aren’t any guns in here, right? For a guy selling this kind of firepower, you’d expect a few pieces on display."
Liam gave a small chuckle. "Exactly."
She leaned a bit closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "He doesn’t keep any weapons in here. It’s all off-site. Too risky. If the authorities ever raid this place, all they’ll find is a fancy watch shop."
Liam raised a brow. "And people just trust him to bring the goods?"
Ella’s smirk widened. "Let’s just say... he’s never failed to deliver."
Liam nodded slowly, glancing back at the quiet, nerdy-looking man still standing patiently as Lilith continued flipping through the book.
Never judge a book by its cover, he thought.
Ella still stood close, her arms still crossed under her chest, completely unaware of the temptation she was dangling before him. Liam tried not to look, but it wasn’t easy. Her curves were right there, practically breathing against his arm.
He cleared his throat again. "You might want to unfold your arms."
Ella looked confused. "Huh? Why?"
Liam just looked away and said nothing.
