Block Shot Kennedy Ryan Romane & Geschichten

Gray mutters beside me. " Shut up. " I laugh and take his hand in mine. " So who's ready for bowling ?" Kennedy squeals , spinning the ball in her hand. " Ariel you wanna bet ? I'm kicking your ass." She winks and smirks. " Sure thing , madam." I pick up my ball and roll it down the alley. So bad I only could kick out three out of ten pins. " Ready ?" Kennedy smirks and rolls her ball down the alley. Gray chuckles deeply and watches us. I nudge him in his ribs and he had to wince.

KILLIAN The screen froze for a second, the image of Rebel Rhodes standing in that press room still etched in my head like a fever dream that would never go away. A gun in her hand. Robert clutching his left shoulder, face twisted in agony. Reporters screaming and ducking for cover. And then Rebel—calm, with fire in her eyes, spitting out her warning like a queen issuing a death sentence. I leaned back in my chair, pulse hammering, not from fear but from something else. Something darker. “Holy shit,” Ray muttered from the couch opposite me. His eyes were still wide, his glass of whisky forgotten in his hand. “She just shot Robert...On live TV, Killian. That’s not guts—that’s suicidal.” I smir

Blake put his hands out to stop Ryan from moving forward. "Blake tell me what's happened." Blake moved to his monitor and turned it so Ryan could see the pictures. Kendall winced at the images. *** "I swear on my father's grave, it was not like that." Kendall cried afraid that Ryan was going to judge her. "Your father's grave ay? What about your phone Kendall? You had nothing to do with that also?" Blake threw the phone to Ryan and Ryan scanned through the messages. Kendall noticed his back stiffen. "Ryan I'm being framed, I'm being framed!" Ryan remained quiet for a few seconds.

|| KIERA STEVENS'S POV || Ryan was holding one of those men's gun. His expression was calm and natural even after hitting the full basket of bottles nearby. His man acted fast, snatching back the gun before the crowd could notice. Ryan pouted angrily after it was taken away. Fuck.. Seriously..Was my son into these guns?

Ryan scoffed and smirked at Rodney in disgust. "Play fair? It was my idea on how to help you guys bring down Aaron, not to mention offering the microchip to Campbell. The way I see it, I don't need you, neither do Nora. You're useless in this plan. If there is anyone who deserved to get Kathleen after all these are over, that person should have been me," Ryan ridiculed him. "And do you think Nora would be able to kidnap Kathy alone? Do you think Liam would want to help her with that?" Rodney counterattacked and that made Ryan silent.

"For a moment, I thought I'd lose you. I'm sorry about this. Sherri's court trial begins tomorrow. I know she'll be punished severely." "I hope so. She's such a dick," Jessica said. As we continued to speak about Sherri's craziness, it came to my mind that I had to see Kenneth as well. He wasn't awake yet, and I knew Marsha would still be worried. "Guys, I need to check on Kenneth," I informed them. "Will be right back." "Wait." Ryan stood up, twitched his lips for some reason, his smirk turning to a smile. "Um, I'm glad things are fine. I'm still a bit uneasy, knowing that they actually got shot. But, I don't want that to affect me."

"Please, God, please, let her be safe." The silence was deafening. Then I heard it , a light groan. "Adam." I turned. Ryan’s voice. Slowly, I lowered my hands. He was sitting up, rubbing his shoulder where he had fallen on, a red drink, one he’d quickly used when I couldn’t pull the trigger properly. "Ryan." I choked out in relief. Ryan gave a dry, shaky laugh. "You think you can get rid of me that easily?" He looked around, cautious. "It worked. The shot was loud enough. If someone was watching, they’ll think I’m dead."

However, none of them dared to act rashly. “Young man, is this how you want to play?” Kennedy asked through gritted teeth as he was in a tremendous amount of pain. “Let go of Mr. Mikhael, and we can talk this out,” Tyr said. “How dare you threaten…” Kennedy began to speak. Bang… Before Kennedy could finish his sentence, Tyr shot him in his arm. Kennedy cried out in pain. “Let go of him. Hurry up and let go of Mikhael!” Kennedy cried.

Caleb tells Ryder as he gets into the elevator, punching number five on the digital keys. “Okay sir,” he replies to Caleb and after about five minutes of Ryan waiting, Caleb shows up. “Mr. Blackwood, I didn’t expect that you would come all the way from Orion to visit my wife after hearing that she got shot,” Caleb says, and Ryan’s demeanor changes. “So, the news about her getting shot wasn’t a prank?” he expresses in belief. “I am afraid…it is not,” Caleb answers him. “What on earth did you do to my best friend, Caleb Wellington!” Ryan questions, locking his shirt, and Ryder and his team try to make a move but Caleb stops them.

Kieran tried to move past him but Ryan blocked his path. "Bullshit. I've known you for five years. You're not just tired. You look..." Ryan's expression darkened. "Did that Sinclair asshole do something to you? During the attack? Because if he hurt you—" "He didn't do anything," Kieran interrupted sharply. Too sharply. "Drop it, Ryan.” "Kieran—" "I said drop it." Kieran's voice went cold, his walls slamming up. "I'm fine. Mind your own business." Ryan looked like he wanted to argue, but something in Kieran's expression made him back off. "Okay. But if you need anything—"