Billy Russo Punisher Comic Novels & Stories

I could feel my insides tearing apart in fear as I managed to put up a glare. He quenched his lit cigarette and placed it in a ceramic ashtray. Was he going to hit me with those large palms? He mentioned earlier that if I didn't abide by his rules, he would punish me. Was I going to get punished anytime soon? His moves were unpredictable and I was unsure of what to expect from him. He was Lorenzo De Russio's and was capable of anything and everything. If he was going to hit me with those large palms of his, that would not make him less of the monster that he was.

Liora Archer looked at the demon in disbelief, forgetting all about the snake, and shouted, "Vincent Russo, you scum! We Archers won't let you go!" Vincent Russo, with a fierce look on his face, slapped her several times without hesitation. Her eyes blinked and she stumbled to the ground, lying on her hands and knees, barely supporting her battered body. Such a fall-to-the-ground posture usually looks at the most distressed. But now that Liora Archer is naked and her ass is pointing at Vincent Russo, isn't she looking for death? Sure enough, Vincent Russo's eyes were clouded, and he rushed up without a word.

// Stories of Zoe's Kids SEXTUPLET STORY 2: DON'T BULLY ME, ALPHA Ryder’s POV “Hand it over, Ryder Stone! Don’t play games with us, you useless Fatso!” The gang’s voices echoed like a death toll across the cracked restroom tiles, each word sharper than the fists crashing against me. My back slammed into a basin, the porcelain groaning from the impact as another punch landed square on my cheekbone. “I told you—I don’t have anything!” I gasped, blood spilling from the corner of my mouth, painting my teeth red.

Just as I try to throw my next punch, Billy grabs me by my arm "Xavien, you are going to kill him." "That is the whole point." Then Billy turns to Raymond, "Raymond, where is Mekayla?" "Who the fuck are you?" "Someone that is not afraid to kick your ass until you can't walk." "Are you also one of her boy toys that she has fucked and dumped too?" "You are going to wish you never said that." Billy hits him with an uppercut, throwing him off balance. He throws again, Raymond starts tumbling backward. Just before he completely drops, Billy jabs him one more time and knocks him out down to a pile of shit to the floor

" I told him and let him go and he was on his feet in a split second but the pain from the ribs was evident. The third guy had returned to the ring but he wasn't in a good shape. We were werewolves and we were fast and within less than a minute, I had beaten them and the third guy was unconscious. Billy had multiple fractures that needed help from a specialist and Guy was looking at me as if the sun shone from my arse but I wasn't about to forgive him. They had insulted me and I needed respect and to teach him a lesson if not two. And a lesson or two did I teach all of them and it wasn't challenging really but I have to admit that it felt good to thrash them.

Chapter 43: For Love? LUCIAN’S POV The basement of my Miami safe house reeked of blood, sweat, and fear, the concrete walls stained with years of violence. Chains clinked as Tommy Russo, one of my own enforcers, hung from a steel beam, his wrists bound with rusted links, his body sagging, bruised, and bleeding from the beating my men had delivered. His shirt was torn, his face a mess of swollen flesh and broken teeth, his eyes darting between me and the six enforcers circling like wolves, their guns glinting under the flickering fluorescent light.

He dusts himself, "Let's go check up on the others." And with that the fight ended with Billy Drakens (one hundred and fifty thousand perus) defeating Deputy Officer Lothar Sun (two hundred thousand perus).

The grappler flew in the air and was fortunately caught by the big guy. A fast punch came at Wilson from his left. Wilson saw it coming but the punch was too fast to be dodged. It was literally a blur that hit Wilson. Wilson staggered backwards three steps and swung at the blur, hoping to catch him. Or her. The blur ducked under Wilson’s fist and hit his abdomen, chest and finished with an uppercut, pushing Wilson back another couple steps.

His lips twitch, and for the first time since he started talking, his eyes gleam with something almost mischievous. I can't help but let out a shaky breath at the image, my heart heavy with both admiration and sorrow. "I wasn't thinkin' straight," Billy continues, sighing. "If I'd been sober, l'd have been smarter. Would've taken my time, cornered Marcus, killed him without anyone knowin' it was me. And Apollo? Well, he got what was comin' to him." Billy grins, though it's more bitter than anything. "I broke a few of his ribs. That'll teach him a lesson."

Don Russo said with a pretty angry face. “I don’t remember lying to you Don Russo.” Sofia answered and used the title she knew that he did not introduce himself as. “So, you knew who I was all along but still dared to lie to me? Don Russo added as his voice got angrier. “I just played my cards right but honestly don’t tell me you fell for me.” Sofia said as she laughed at him. “Deal with her.” Don Russo said, and four men appeared in black suits and pulled out their guns.