Romans & histoires Better Run Faster Than My Gun Song

'Just a few more' he encouraged himself. Take a long holiday Let your children play After carrying on with the same speed for few minute, he increased the speed further. His teeth grinding against each other and his legs moving faster than ever. The sweat increased. The speed increased. The pants increased. If ya give this man a ride Sweet memory will die Killer on the road, yeah '10' he counted in his brain. Girl you gotta love ya man Girl you gotta love ya man '9' With every count, his strides went rapid

“Umm… Yeah.” “Runaway, huh?” The first guy peered at me through slitted eyes. “Get up.” He motioned with his firearm. I got to my feet, mentally gauging the distance to the door. I was fast, but not faster than a bullet. Fuck, I should have gone with Mel.

GunsAreCool: I'll be there in 5. I screwed up.

kissed me like he was my only safe place. The moment the gunshot echoed, instinct roared louder than reason. My hand fumbled at the handle, yanking the door open before my mind even caught up. My body knew before I did run. The night swallowed me whole. The road was black, no streetlights, only the faint shimmer of distant headlights painting broken shadows across the asphalt. My feet slapped the ground, lungs burning, but I didn’t care. My heart screamed at me to move, to keep moving. Because if Damien could shoot Anthony, a man who had been nothing but loyal, what chance did I have?

“I believe that cough is not related to what I just said. Hear me clearly: I want only the very best. Our pack needs only the very best, because the safety of everyone's lives depends on us. On you. They are hoping on you. Watching you. You cannot let them see you fall.” I swallow as Gamma Carmden's words sink more and more into me. A biteful necessary truth she is right to reveal to us, despite how bitter and sharp its claws are. I know I am not a weakling, but I am not really that good in sparring compared to Al….. “The ultimate rule of the sparring ring is simple,” Gamma Carmden's voice rings out throughout the entire training gym. “Never. Give. Up.” A drop dead silence follows the finali

"Okay, so how fast can I go then? And what do I do if a cop tries to pull me over?" "Nade em, shoot em, burn em for all I care, but don't get arrested because then it's on you to get out," I said, as the song 'Burn MF' started on the radio, and needless to say I was excited. This song was legendary in hell, and for good reason, "Floor it, Kid!"

In another fucking life, I'd ditch my father faster than he can blink, save myself and be my own fucking hero. “Remember the name ‘Matteo Russo' and run from it.” Time ticked, I counted down to my death. Goodbye, Matteo and I pray we never fucking cross paths again— The gun fired.

I finish And then I move again Faster Stronger More dangerous than I have ever been Because this is no longer just a fight This is the moment everything changes And I am done being hunted Now I am the one they should fear

I had already lost. “My son?” the man snorted, “That isn’t my son. That’s some weakling that let his own gang – his family – fall because for some girl” “He made East Angeles number one” I said, “Unlike you” I growled, feeling the sharp hand hitting my face and the ground coming in next. My eyes started to flutter close. 21 Guns – Greenday I didn’t know where the rest were. Running down the corridor, I just threw open random doors trying to locate some form of life. I didn’t care about people seeing me anymore – heck, I just shot.

"Threaten me, fine. But hurt my girl right in front of me? Cute. Your family couldn't touch mine even if you begged." Then he turned to her. "Do what you want. Strip her. Kill her. Doesn't matter. It's on me." Jella lit up. "Isn't she dying to wear a wedding dress? Fine—strip her bare and let the whole street watch her get dressed for the show." She kicked me. Pain ripped through my ribs. "See what happens when you mess with me?" Around us, people sighed. "Told her not to cross the Santoros. Look at her now."