Billy Loomis Bloody Shirt Novels & Stories

Like he’d already decided something. “You sure about this?” I asked low, when the others were focused on the road. He met my eyes in the mirror. “You asked if I was in it. I said yes.” “This isn’t painting or club openings. It’s blood.” “I know.” His voice was steady. “I’ve seen blood before. Just not… yours.” The words landed heavier than I expected. We parked two blocks away, hoods up against the rain. The target was a rundown auto shop front looked legit, back was where they stored guns and product. Four Irish inside, maybe five. We had surprise.

The eighteen year old was dressed in jeans and a faded blue t-shirt and he had a shocked expression at the sight of his best friend sitting naked on Sharon's face with her tongue up his ass. "What the fuck is going on here?" Billy demanded, clearly angry at what he was seeing. "Ah...shit, sorry Billy," Tommy hurried clambered off Sharon's face and grabbed the sheet off the bed to cover his nakedness. His friend looked pissed. "What the fuck were you doing to her Tommy?" growled Billy, he stepped forward and for a second it looked as though he was going to hit him. "Shit. I was just having some fun Billy," Tommy pulled himself off the bed, taking the sheet with him, leaving Sharon's curvaceou

And what is happening in there town? They don't understand at all, and why this horrible act is happening in their town? All of them stood there stretching there head in confusion; trying to figure out why people are dying, and who is responsible for this terrible action, from that day forward they called it BLOODY DAY! To me, this is a big mystery that can't never be solved. ( This Story continued) ATTENTION READERS: This book have different series book 2-9

I picked up two bags, carried them into the vault, and then returned for two more. “Seriously, what’s with your shirt?” he asked. “Trying to encourage all of us to hit the gym?” “Just you.” I placed two more bags inside then returned. “I got blood on my shirt.” “And that bothers you?” I pulled my shirt off my shoulder and held it out to him. “It was white before.” He examined the red blood that had turned the entire shirt the bold color. “How did you manage that? And why are you keeping it?” “Good point.” I tossed it on the ground and kept working. “Some prick crossed me. I took care of it.”

I still stopped and took a few deep breaths before plunging inside. The scene that popped up in front of me was still shocking even though I knew exactly what was there. The living room was almost a sea of dried blood and who knows what else. Billy's body laid on top of two others I knew were those of his wife and young child. In Billy's hand was an old fashion pistol that would have looked new if it wasn't for the blood on its grip. I stopped and took in the scene trying hard to make myself believe my eyes were lying to me. "What happened in here?" Benjamin asked from behind me.

His arms were pulled back and his face hung forward. This couldn’t be happening. Lily walked closer to him, bursting into hot tears. Her body trembling. It looked like the nails had been hammered into him just to keep his body stuck there. Upon his spotless shirt was his blood. This was his favorite shirt. A cold, sickly chill ran down her spine. “DADDY!!!”

"Good, because I was going to get him myself after what he did to Lili. I don't know all of the details but he physically abused her and then tried to run her off the road as she was trying to escape. He wanted to kill her." Billy smiled and replied, "I thank my lucky stars it was me that fired that shot in the line of duty because if you had killed him, I would have gotten myself fired for not arresting you." Changing the subject Finn asked, "Hey! I need clothes from my place. Can you run by and pack a duffel bag for me? Oh and my truck?" He asked cringing and hoping for the best. "Truck is parked at your apartment building and yeah, I can grab you some clothes. Say within the hour."

“This is brand new. I bought shirts, but he doesn’t wear them, and I can’t let a billionaire wear an old shirt.” Confused, I looked at them. “Yes, you can say it. I shot him by accident. When our child gets older, that’s the first thing he will tell.” She gave me the white shirt and pecked Terzo on the cheek. “Now let the man change. Come with me.” I got into one of the bathrooms, took off the dirty shirt, and washed my hands. Sawyer’s blood dried on my skin. I cleaned it with soap, but it felt like it didn’t want to go away.

That was when Callie understood why Elias had chosen to wear a black shirt instead of his olive-green military uniform or a white shirt, as was customary for a wedding; the dark colour and thick fabric would conceal any seeping blood. And she also knew why he seemed to be sweating so much.

"Was runnin' down a lead in that cold case of yours, Sheriff." "That's been the word as well," replied Sheriff Tillman making a note of it. "From the looks of your getup, you've seen some bullets flying in your direction as of late as well, even still got the dried blood splatters along your vest." "It's my blood," replied Brick. "Only fortune is that I'm a fast healer otherwise you'd see the scars." Sheriff Tillman nodded and made another note before turning his attention to Brick's lack of a shirt.