“You heard me clearly Ryan, don’t pretend,” Freddy jaw tightened, gazing at Fisher who seemed utterly confused by what he just heard. After Freddy, Ryan Fisher was the second most notorious Mafia in Ohio, if anyone could pull such act with a weapon of that caliber, it can only be Ryan Fisher and no one else. “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about Freddy, why in God’s name would I kill one of your guys? Doesn’t it sound absurd to you?” Fisher defended himself, the surprise on his face was slowly turning into a frown. What was all these, all of he sudden, he thought. “Military grade sniper, two man team. We both know only very few people have access to that kind of weapon in Ohio Fisher, so don’t play dumb,” Freddy pushed further, he couldn’t think of anybody except from Ryan Fisher. “This is becoming an insult Freddy, you come to my club and accuse me of killing one of your own. I’d only do that if i want to wage war with you; and I’m not ready to lose everything yet. I’m telling
Nick and Angelina entered the house, Simon glanced around the dark street, everything seemed normal; he could only hear the sounds of birds and crickets, he closed the door behind him. Simon hoped they weren’t being monitored, at least even if they were, Nick and Angelina were on casual clothes. They’d think of them as just mere visitors. He was really hoping that the attack happened that night, so he’d be able to stop pretending. “So what’s the plan,” Simon quickly asked, staring at Nick who had made himself comfortable on one of the sofas in the living room. Angelina sat on the other sofa, it seemed they didn’t get along well. Simon thought. “First of all, allow me enjoy my pizza, I’m starving,” Nick responded, opening the pizza box he had kept beside him on the sofa. “Do you think we’ve time for that, the enemy could be here any minute,” Angelina fired at him before Simon could speak. Her face told how serious she was.“That was exactly what i wanted to say, we can’t let our
“The counter has been compromised Nathe, I didn’t include an unexpected attack, and I think Angelina has been hit. We’ve to lay low until the bullets stops, they would want to rush in to finish us off, that’s when we attack. For now, we try as much as possible to stay alive.” Nick yelled back amidst the sound of bullets hitting different spots in the living room. “You won’t last long just laying there Nick, you’re going to get hit for sure, and these guys doesn’t seem to be stopping soon,” Simon was talking on top of his voice so Nick would be able to hear him. He had been in a similar situation when he was serving in the army, a machine gun tends to shoot for close to five minutes, depending on the size of the weapon. The fact that the bullets were tearing apart the house confirmed that it was a large machine gun and might be going for more than five minutes. He had to do something before any of them got hit again. Why would someone want him dead so badly, Simon couldn’t bring him
Nick’s eyes widened, there was blood all over his left hand. The bullet must have hit her just inches away from where he was holding her around the waist when he jumped. And he didn’t even feel the hit or the moisture of blood that was soaking his left hand until that moment. “No no no......Angelina hang in there please,” Nick stuttered, trying to cover the area where the bleeding was coming from. “Help me over here Nathe, goddamn it!” he yelled, this wasn’t supposed to happen, not to Angelina. It should have happened to him instead. This was one of the reasons he never liked working with partners, they always slow down jobs and put him in inaccessible situations. Simon didn’t know what expression to keep on his face. He wasn’t happy, but he didn’t look too sad either. He was literally confused, why was he getting into all this mess. A drink would really go along way after all this. He removed his leather jacket and covered Angelina’s wound, reducing the amount of blood that kept
Diana hesitated for a second, staring closely at Simon to confirm her curiosity, there was no doubt; he was the same man that had kissed her when he was drunk some nights ago. She was standing still, by the side of the taxi door, unsure if she should go on and help him. The Taxi driver didn’t step out of the vehicle, he had to be cautious, kidnappers used different means to lure their victims. He couldn’t trust Simon just yet. “Don’t just stand there, help me; she’s dying,” Simon called out, he was really tired and frustrated, his hands were heavy; carrying Angelina all through the woods, it wasn’t very easy. Even for a soldier like himself. Diana gasped and ran towards Simon, she was feeling somewhat awkward, being with him. She wondered if he remembered her or not, well, he wouldn’t; he was totally drunk that day. She helped him relieve the weight of Angelina on his hands, and they carried her to the back seat of the taxi. They both sat at the back seat with Angelina in the mid
“Okay I’m going to ask one more time, you don’t have to hide anything, I’m trying to help you both, if you keep refusing to speak; you’ll end up dead in here. Who sent you?” That was actually the nineteenth time Nick was repeating the “who sent you” phrase and had punched both of the culprits he had captured nineteen times on the face. Their faces had become unrecognizable. He paced the dark room, his ash colored shirt was soaked with sweat and splashes of blood from the nose and mouths of the culprits. it was a torture room back at the Ohio police station. The police was already cleaning up Nathe’s house. Nathe had called him few minutes ago and told him Angelina was in a coma, whether she lives or dies was a probability now and he was venting all of that anger towards the murderers he had captured. The fearful thing was, he hadn’t really tortured them; he was just using them as punching bags. The two men who were tied to a wooden chair groaned in pain, blood had covered thei
Diana’s heartbeat rate suddenly increased, she was gripped with fear. He had caught her off guard again, although she had the thought that he might be here but she didn’t really think he’d come back so soon. She stood by the door, her heart was pounding, all she could hear was the tickle of the clock in her room and all she could see was the hilarious smile on Gonzalez face. She knew what he was here for, but she hadn’t gotten an answer yet; she was never going to get an answer either way. Seeing Gonzalez sitting on her bed made her question herself for not seeking Nick, she wished Nick could just appear from nowhere and save her. But wishes weren’t horses. “You didn’t think I’ll give you like a week right?” Gonzalez was the one to break the silence. He unbuttoned his blazers and crossed his legs, leaving that sinister smile on his face. Diana didn’t respond, what could she possibly say; she was still trembling with fear inside. She hadn’t regained her composure yet. But still, she
This wasn’t what she wanted, but she was getting it anyway; who would have thought her first sex after her husband died would be something like this. A sex she was having just because she didn’t have a choice. She thought she’d escape from Carl’s parents, but unfortunately she didn’t. If only she knew, maybe she’d have left the country completely. Diana moan was quiet, the more she was trying to suppress it, the more it came out even badder, making Gonzalez shaft increase in size and getting harder. “You don’t have to struggle Diana, you don’t have to hold back, let’s have some fun,” Gonzalez whispered in her ears, as he continued rounding his fingers around her nipples and fingering her pussy. Gonzalez was already at his limit of getting hard, the eight inch wanted to be let out of its cage, he quickly pulled Diana’s panties down to her feet and unbuckled his belt, bringing out the warm rod he had been growing inside. He pressed her neck downwards, and grabbed her red hair; makin