Billy Russo Punisher Comic Novels & Stories

*** BILLY *** I need to make a phone call, but the two goons the new boss had sicced on me haven't budged since I was brought here. I thought the two who dropped me off were bad, but they seem almost docile compared to these two. No matter what questions I ask or how I'd blustered about my rights and such in the beginning, they never batted a lash.

I yell. He spins around, raising his gun as I fire mine. Hitting him square in the chest. Red paint splatters him everywhere. The guys jump up yelling Yeah! Then quickly die it down. I stand smirking. As River looks down at his shirt, his hands flop to his side. "Fuck." He smiles turning his eyes back up at me. Franco is dancing. "Woo-hoo. Four hundered big ones, buddy. Pay up!"

I pull up my jeans, panting and rubbing my thighs, yearning for the orgasm he didn't give me. My phone pings, and when I tap on the notification, it is a time and date-stamped image of Pius tied to a pole with bruises all over his body. Jesus Christ! Cicero Russo is a fuckin monster. The world needs to know that their golden boy is a f*cking murderer. I know why he sent me the picture. He wants me to beg, and then he'll give me his conditions. I've played his game long enough to understand his handwriting when I see one.

Allena Jasmin took a deep breath, clutching the resignation letter between her fingers. Quitting was never easy. And she knew her boss wouldn’t take it well. There would be questions. Demands. And annoyance and irritation, too. Actually, it probably wouldn’t even register since irritation was classified as an emotion and Justin De Nero was a robot. A self-made billionaire who retired from his former work at the CJ Johnson Software company and made a name for himself.

Billy's punches may have been less frequent than Julian's or Ray's, but he had certainly contributed his share of pain, whether it was by slamming me into walls or knocking books from my hands. In truth, he was just as brutal as the rest of them; I had simply failed to see it initially. "Stop talking, Elisa. Your mouth is only going to make this worse," Billy cautioned. "My, my, Billy, your friend Julian seems to be a fan of my mouth," I retorted.

Mj did not answer and Billy put her hands on her hips, “of course not...this little Omega is playing dress up with real power and has no clue how to use it or how to please a man it seems.” Mj could feel her anger boiling under the surface but she didn't want to cause anymore trouble for Dante, so she tried to take slow deep breaths but something inside her snapped as Billy taunted her and Mj’s vision caught sight of a chimmering knife tucked just under Billy’s jacket so faster then the heartbeat of a hummingbird Mj snatched the knife and jumped on Billy like a wild racoon. The much taller woman was caught off guard and stumbled backwards but grabbed Mj by the braid and tried to pry hersel

“Back off Coleman! Don’t put your nose into someone else’s business!” Russo roared while still pointing the gun at me. As I glance at Achilles, he’s looking at me and smiled a bit. Is he making fun of me? Why he’s still cool for all of this happening. “That woman is my business, Russo.” Achilles’ stern voice echoed. No one’s moving, I can feel Russo’s heartbeat as well. When I thought Russo’s too distracted, I immediately turned around and twisted his arms strangles me. I kick him at the back as hard as I can making him fall on the ground.

There was something odd about the attendant and the beer box. Russo never gets his beer from gas stations. Fuck! It’s a trap. I whip out my gun and shoot the fake attendant in the chest, but I am too late. The timer goes off and the bomb explodes. The power of the shockwave is immensely strong. It lifts me up and for a moment, I feel as if I can fly. But I do not land gracefully. Instead, I land on something hard and feel an agonizing pain shoot up my body. Shit. Not again, I have barely healed and now this.

Billy sneered, “Trash.” He valiantly struck back. Billy was indeed Dwight’s son, finishing his opponents off in no time. No gangster could last a second against him. The gangsters crumpled and tumbled on the ground in pain. “Get on your knees!” Billy kicked Leath and his boys, making them get up. Delighted, Gavin and the rest drew closer and pulled punches in the gangsters’ faces. The gangsters screamed in pain as blood spilled from their mouths. “Enough. You’re going to kill them.”

I made a disgusted face. "Eww, does this turn you on?" I asked sarcastically while he just grinned shamelessly. "Okay, let's make you happy then," I said as I walked towards the weapons. I pulled out a big electric stick and approached him with a smirk, making him nervous. I went behind him. "You're gonna love this," I whispered in his ear. I forcefully inserted the stick into his asshole and he screamed at the top of his lungs. I plugged it in and turned on the switch, the stick buzzing with power.