Billy Russo Punisher Comic Novels & Stories

Russo smirked at me as he pointed the gun to my face. I gasped loudly, my mouth falling open. "What? You.. you want to kill me?" I stuttered, swallowing my fear immediately I noticed it seeped out. "How would you recover your money back?" "I don't need it anymore." Julian looked at me sternly. His eyes were cold as ice. He wasn't in his merciful mode 'Since when did Julian even get like this?' I wondered. "Should I hit?" Russo asked, turning to face Julian.

"Call security," Billy said to his assistant instead. "Of course, Mr. Hunter," said Derrick, Billy's new executive assistant. Derrick ran off with an alarmed expression, to do as he was told. The room went into an uproar as Chance rolled up his sleeves and charged at Paul. "Add to my pay day. Assault means more money," Paul said, frozen in place, legs quaking, clearly terrified despite his bravado. "She's worth it," Chance said, moments before he punched Paul square in the face.

"Look at this bastard, everyone! He actually paid up! That means he knew that he was the guilty party in the first place! He just proved that he was indeed a thief! "Everyone! Hurry up and make this live go viral! We must destroy him and weed out social scum like him!" The bullies frantically directed the viewers on their live stream to continue hurling insults at me. I was trembling in anger as I pointed at the van and said, "You were the ones who poured water into the van to fake an oil leak! I only cut the pipes to save your life! Stop being ridiculous!" Billy spat in my face. "You're the one spitting nonsense here! I will not let you off unless you pay another 50,000 dollars!"

I said and rolled up my sleeve getting prepared for a fist combat. “You better make sure you ain’t making the worst mistake of your life," Russo snickered as he stood up in a fighting stance and began rubbing his fist against his palm. “If I can kill your mother right under the heavy security of the Bandas. Then you’re just a piece of cake, boy!” He laughed mockingly again and then smirked. My vision turned vivid red. As we walked around each other waiting for who to aim first, the scene of my mother’s limp body and little Jericho laid under beneath her arms kept flashing in my head and here is the fucker who did it. He showed no remorse or guilt.

I scowl, walking out of the coffee shop; I stopped to take a moment to examine my surroundings. It looked like any regular street in any Major city in the USA. I look to the right hoping Luciano was in walking distance, relieved to find it right next door. Fist clenched and anger boiling, I prepared myself for the first contact with the enemy. Noah is the rich, perfect guy and Nigeria's worse nightmare. Well, that was until I took over this body; now I will pay back everything he has done to her two folds.

Another one asks, biting his nails while staring at Billy. "Yeah, what did you do, Billy?" "You murdered the damn guy, right?" A guy bigger than a bear asks, and he sounds pretty dumb. "Because that's what I would do! No one gets to fuck my woman!" "Of course I did! I shot Fernando first, and then I raised my gun and shot the damn bitch too!" Billy exclaims in triumph. The men around me belt out laughter at Billy's horrible ex-girlfriend experience, and I sink further into my cramped seat, convinced all of the people inside the Mercedes are psychopaths.

Her vulnerability was heart-wrenching, a broken girl reliving years of hell, her bitter life a litany of wrongs: endless abuse, stolen childhood, dreams crushed under his boot. But it seemed someone heard her pleas as the door burst open like a storm. Silas, having followed after hearing from a student witness. His intimidating frame filled the entry, eyes blazing with controlled fury. "Get away from her!" he thundered, voice deep and commanding. Her father whirled, sneering at him. "Who the fuck are you? Her pimp?" Silas moved with masterful precision, subduing the man in seconds, a firm grip on his arm, twisting it behind his back, forcing him to the ground without excess force.

I'm a dick, I know it and it's never more apparent than when someone's doing a shit job at actively avoiding me, like Ricky Jensen is right now. He's got his hood up and is standing behind a telephone pole only looking over when he thinks I'm not looking and it's fucking hilarious. "You want to scare him a little bit?" Billy chuckles, staring at Ricky and waiting for him to look over. When he does, he pales slightly, shifting on his feet and I must be going soft because I actually feel sorry for the little shit.

' he wondered. He thought about it and laughed. It was hilarious to him. "What the f*ck are you laughing about?" asked the blond guy coldly. The tattoo sleeve guy said, "Dude, how dare you look down on the God of Thunder, Master Penn? You better not leave after we get off the train. I'll beat you up." "Alright, I'll be waiting," said Wilbur casually. The blond guy scoffed coldly and returned to their seats several rows behind.

Impossible, he's just a shop trader. . Billy➡ Even a madman can be a rapist! The man is a crook, he's the one distributing it. . Zombie ➡ How did you know this? . Billy➡ I have my ways, Can't wait to get that bounty! . Johnson ➡ Look o, be careful, its dangerous. . Zombie ➡ Yeah man, you know what happened to your friend? . Billy ➡ Don't worry, I'll be okay! .