21 Guns Lyrics Novels & Stories

Candice's P.O.V. I woke to the sound of gunfire. Not the far-off pop-pop of a range. True, near, knocking on the windows of the club-house as hail on a tin roof. The next moment Mantovani pulled himself to his feet naked and deadly, half-closing his eyes and with a gun in his hand. Moonlight parted the curtains and left silver streaks on his mutilated back as he went to the window. Stay down, he said ice-cold.

I double-check, and as thе men draw closer, I calmly replied, "I believe we should use our guns to support whatever plan Jane has in mind." As Noah and I initiatеd gunfirе, thе advеrsariеs rеtrеatеd to sееk covеr. A fеw minutеs latеr, amidst thе еchoеs of gunshots from thе othеr еnd of thе warеhousе, Janе's triumphant voicе rang out, "Thеy arе all dеad. You can now come out, Noah and Victor."

She simply said pouting her lips mockingly. Damn those pink cherry lips that glistened under the basement light while she swept the tip of her juicy tongue across them. She pulled her lower lip biting it gently as if thinking hard about something. My lips itched to release her bottom lip and lip fuck her until she can't think about anything but me. "Tsk Tsk, I didn't want to do this to an old sick bastard like you." She said feigning pity while pulling a Glock 17 handgun. Spitting the blood from his mouth, Junaibar laughed as if it's nothing.

I softly said tears strolled down upon my cheeks. I jumped from the top of the building as the f*cker's men caught me with ease. "I would take a bullet for you just to prove my love," I whispered upon the wind. "Only to find out you were the one holding the gun." He whispered as he turned his back with a war on his mind.

Nauseous panic takes over, and I fall flat to the ground just as the automated DJ mix changes from Rae Sremmurd's black Beatles fades into Drake's mob ties. How perfect. Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t! The bullets continue to fly, and I can hear screams and bottles shattering from inside. I shut my ears and hope to God none of the bullets hit me. The dead representative's blood has pooled around and drenched me. "You know the drill boys! Round up all the girls who aren't dead yet to the black van and the men to the brown one!" "Make it snappy, lads, and check everywhere", another voice says.

She grabbed it without thinking, the cold metal biting her palms. If they came closer, she would fight. She had to. ⸻ Then, silence. The gunfire ceased, leaving only the drip of rain and the echo of their ragged breathing. The enemy melted back into the shadows, and Greta’s laugh came one final time. “Tick, tock,” she sang. “Every king’s crown eventually explodes.” And then—the blinking light above quickened. From steady pulses to rapid-fire flashes. Luciano’s head snapped upward. His face drained of color, and his roar shook the walls.

he whispers cocking the gun and firing it The last sound I hear is the sound of the gun and everything turns cold, my eyes fill with tears as I drop to the floor, my eyes wide as I look up at their smiling faces for the last time, and everything goes black.

The police storms into the warehouse, guns blazing, their shouts mingling with the cacophony of chaos. Vinnie and his men returns the fire, the sound of gunshots echoing off the rusted metal walls. The air filled with a thick fog of gunpowder and fear, and the reality of the violent confrontation settled in. In the midst of the chaos, Vinnie’s eyes were drawn to Ling, who moved with a fierce determination despite the danger surrounding her. Her gun was drawn, and she navigated through the maze of crates and debris, intent on taking down the criminals she had pursued for so long. Vinnie took aim, his finger tightening on the trigger, a rush of adrenaline surging through him. Suddenly, a deafe

It was a symphony of destruction, where lives and alliances hung in the balance. Amidst the relentless volley of bullets, my gaze fixed upon Guila, her gun steady and unwavering as it aimed at Antonio. My voice cracked as I screamed his name, the sound swallowed by the cacophony of combat. Panic surged through me as I sprinted toward Antonio, desperation propelling my every step. But before I could bridge the distance, before I could shield him from the impending danger, Guila squeezed the trigger.

Even after getting her body thrown into the truck’s side paneling, Amy still wouldn’t give up fighting. “Sorry Darling, I’m gonna have to shoot you now,” Amy hissed under her breath, burning her eyes up at 2Pac after falling into a rage. She pulled out her other 9mm pistol clipped to her waist, aiming the gun above her head and unloading on 2Pac. Bullets ricocheted off 2Pac’s metal frame, producing tiny sparks.