Billy Russo Punisher Comic Novels & Stories

Removing my gun from its holster I lay it across my lap picking up a towel from my desk and cleaning it off. Danill stares at me then the gun gets what I'm implying and quickly recovers, “ I will get the traitors to you immediately”. I sit up and pin him with a stare, “the don would have skinned you and put your head on a stick already” I say in all seriousness. He stares back at me getting what I'm referencing, “so consider this a favor” I say leaning back. “Mr. Russo with all due respect–”

He asked. "Does this look edible to you?!" I said referring to the still boiling weird colored mush. "How can you still make something that is supposed to be warm, boil-like that?!" I yelled, then sighed in defeat. "Billy, it surprises me how you can achieve the impossible sometimes. You make me fear for humanity more than I already do." I said. He growled and then punched me in the stomach. My mouth opened as I coughed, and Billy took this to his advantage and shoved the spoon full of death down my throat. Right when I was about to cough it out, he clamped his hands roughly on my mouth and nose, preventing me to breathe.

That's when he realized his boys had been trying to get his attention for a while. "Bossman, that's your doctor lady, innit?" asked Ruskie, one of his boys. He had a Camel unfiltered cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. His right leg was a prosthetic because it had to be amputated due to a big fight he had two years back. Ruskie was Russian by way of London and had a particular propensity for setting fires to buildings with people in them. He was currently working on the root of the problem with the prison therapist.