Billy Russo Punisher Comic Novels & Stories

Yes… I was distracted and he had a lucky shot. After chalking it down to a fluke, Billy found himself regaining composure. There was no way Rey could beat him, not in a thousand years. ‘I’m a lot stronger now! I’m one of the Top 5 in Alpha Class!’ “Let’s try that again. I wasn’t paying enough attention.” Billy quickly spoke, eager to redeem himself. He had been unable to show everyone the proper counter to the Martial Arts move that Rey performed. He never thought he would make such a blunder, but Bully quickly took it in stride.

***ZANE'S POV*** I walk into Don Russell's office and the faces of the men are rough. What catches my attention is a grey beaded man standing beside the window. Sheriff Bianco. Anger flares in my nostrils and as I fist my hands into balls, I walk towards him anger in my eyes. "You son of a bitch," I backed out in fury as I stomped towards him, punching the shit out of his face. "Zane. You big motherfucker, get off him," Rio shrieks as he rushes towards me, Alex behind him.

He started stripping. I stared when I realized he had a spike through his dick. And he expected to put that in me. "Don't worry. It hurts worse than it looks," Don Russo laughed. I struggled against the belts holding me down, but it was no use. "Please," I finally said, hating the word as it fell from my lips. "Please don't kill me." "We'll see, won't we? It really depends on your fortitude," Russo replied. "Really?" a new voice said flatly. "I thought it was more of a not-being-tortured to death situation."

his answer surprised me, and he lifted his palms to me. Indeed, his fingers were black. My eyes followed Jason’s as he turned to some old machine behind him. When I finally dragged my heavy feet there, I saw an old blue two people motorcycle. It seemed like it was broken for years, as it was losing its paint and dirt had covered all of it. “Your ‘rich guy’ seems to know a thing or two about repairing machines,” Billy stated, and just now I noticed his smile for the first time since I met him. “If what he plans works, then you might leave on wheels, instead of on a horse.”

My skin of my ass felt like it was burning and bleeding. "Last one," he whispered. The sixth strike was the hardest. I let out a loud, broken cry, my body finally giving out as my whole body slumped forward onto the bed, "Six," I managed to breathe, the word muffled in a whimper. I stayed there, panting, my heart racing. The silence returned, but it wasn't cold anymore. It was heavy with the aftermath of what he’d done. I felt his hand settle on the small of my back, his thumb tracing the line of my spine with a gentleness that was almost more painful than the belt.

Billy letting the others have a moment to take in the incredible sight of his stepmother before he sent her off to get them all another beer, even though their current one’s had been barely touched. “This is the best Billy!” said Clint, “you fucking rule man!” “Hell yeah!” agreed Dougie. “How would you like her to suck your cock?” Billy asked them. After seeing Billy’s hot stepmother strip off and let them play with her tits, Dougie and Clint thought that nothing could surprise them again. They were wrong. “You’re shitting us?” Clint said in disbelief, although everything he had seen so far suggested that Billy was deadly serious. “How would you like to fuck her?” Billy asked.

Showing off those rings means something to him. I nod, putting my hands in my pants pocket, and watch Rurik pull a pair of pliers from a canvas work bag. The workers quickly find other things to do at the opposite end of the warehouse as Rurik grabs Bianchi's thumb. Bianchi's eyes widen as the tool clamps down, and he jerks against the zip ties, bucking in the chair. "Fuck you," he shouts. "You Russian fuck!"

Obliging, Colton sparked up, squinting as the flame stung his eyes. Billy Hudgins had been a helluva boxer; a menacing block of concrete with a ferocious jab and an ability to withstand even the fiercest of punches, but his physical days were long gone. Chain-smoking and a dependency on fast food had left him breathless and overweight, although his jab was still just as powerful. Colton had learned that the hard way. “How long is that fucking girl going to be following me around?” Billy snorted, smoke pooling from his nose like a goddamn dragon. “Until I find a suitable job for her. She’s not a trained boxer, got no fightin’ experience-”

Billy's words rang in Tom's ears. "You were still in diapers when I started playing! Send over 500 thousand dollars in cash tomorrow. Otherwise, I'll send origami figures to your house and play with you every day!" Billy threatened. Tom repeatedly gulped, finally realizing that Billy was definitely not someone he could provoke. Billy was someone who had surpassed being a martial artist! Regardless of whether these origami figures were real or an illusion, Tom decided to send Billy the money to avoid any disasters and never see Billy again. "I'll give them money to you, Mr. Stefan! I wasn't thinking straight! Tomorrow, no, I'll have someone send the 500 thousand to you tonight!"

"Today, he yelled at me again because of Celine. I feel so wronged. I never bullied her, but he refuses to believe me. "Baby, Mommy played music for you today. Did you hear it? I’m so excited for your birth, for the day our family can live happily together. "He locked me in the room. I’m so hungry, and I’m so scared. Baby, you have to be strong. Mommy will protect you. "I’ve been locked in the ice cellar. It’s so cold. Baby, I don’t think she can hold on much longer. I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you. Ronan, I hate you. I will never forgive you."