9-1-1 Bobby Nash Novels & Stories

Lisa had not stopped crying, her voice horsed from pain as she pleaded for our son's life, As I turned back to the man, I saw his finger moved towards the cork of the gun, and in that instant, I released my grip on Bobby, pushing him off towards them, At that instant I fell to my knees and just then, his men rushed towards me, hitting and kicking me with their boots,

He picked up his phone from the bureau where he'd thrown it the day before after turning it off. He had a ton of missed calls, mostly from family and friends, no doubt calling with their condolences. He wasn't interested in hearing any of it. He just wanted his wife back. He made one phone call; to someone who could help, the only one he could turn to at a time like this. "Niall is that you?" "Yes Mr. Mayor, it's me." Mayor Calvin Bosch had been his friend since they were little snot nosed brats on the school grounds. The two of them had remained close over the years though their lives had gone in different directions.

------ 8 MONTHS AGO ------- Chris POV:- Chris: Cassie Cassie......! Scott: What is it? Chris: Cassie's been hit. I heard someone. A man. We need to go. Iris: I'll come with you. Scott: No. Stay here. I'm driving Chris. Chris: Okay. I better call 911 Lady: 911. What's your emergency? They noted my report, asked for her phone number. I gave them her number and Info then I hung up.

The cops pull up and walk over to Nash. “Mr. Banner, the restaurant called, said there were issues out in the parking lot.” The first cop with dark hair said. “Yes officer’s this gentleman attacked a lady in the parking lot. She is passed out in the back of the car.” Nash said. “What happened?” The gray haired officer asked. “I can tell you take, I was walking with Miss Nova Jackson when this happened,” Noah spoke up. “Fine, and your name sir?” The gray haired cop asked. “Noah Henry I am an employee of Mr. Turner Ivy as a security guard.”

"So, you don't like have any facial recognition of the man Renard Hodge spoke to before getting poisoned, or anyone you associated with? Everyone who assisted in helping you escape?" Nash shook his head. "Everything was handled on my own. I was given an address, went to it, and stayed there. And the man was on a face cap and hoodie. I can't really remember his identity." Emily sighed, knowing it wouldn't be easy. Luckily, the man gave some information. "Please promise me your protection because I don't think my life is safe right now." Nash pleaded in fear. Emily nodded. "Of course." . . . "Tell me, what's the four-one one?"

I dial 9-1-1 "911 What is the emergency?” I fake a distressed voice, “Sir, I would like to report an illegal business. I just saw a few men carrying Weapons enough to arm the entire country into a warehouse down Bleecker Street, 918. Hurry sir” I hang up and laugh hysterically “Oh Roman. You won't know what hit you” I tear down the highway and stop a few blocks where I know I'm safe enough. I check the time, and it's 10 seconds left.

Andrew answered the phone with enthusiasm. He put it on hands-free, and Haley could hear the voice of the other person speaking. “Mr. Woods, the snipers are on set. We've targeted William Nash entering his Villa. We're only waiting for your final command!”

Michael didn't respond. "Shit!" Bobby said again. He patted his pocket and realized he'd left his phone in back in his apartment, but he noticed a phone on the floor beside Michael. Picking it up, he dialed 911 and gave the pertinent information to the operator. Assured that help was on the way, Bobby disconnected with the 911 dispatcher. He scrolled through Michael's contacts until he found Maggie and pressed 'call'.

He stayed by her side as they fed each other mouthfuls of food. Bobby came out of his room with his mobile phone in his hand, "Sir William, Natasya sent you a message saying that she wants to see you. I ignored her, but she didn't give up and spammed you with calls. Do you want to pick up or not?"

He wanted to leave when his head shot up, Nate? He fucking left Nate with Rissa who was eager to please their boss no matter what. How could he be so proud? He quickly ran out of the roof racing down the steps as he headed for the basement. He hoped he wasn't late as he heard the first gunshot. He froze, his ears ringing as another emotion overtook his body as he burst through the room. **** "911, what's your emergency?" A woman spoke as the line connected. "I'd like to report someone, a body still breathing. Street, Sunset Curve, no 54 basement. I believe it's a Jane Doe, Hurry."