Block Shot Kennedy Ryan Novels & Stories

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

RICARDO I closed my eyes, ready for the worst to happen. Then… BANG! The shot went off. But it wasn’t me. A groan followed… long, guttural, filled with pain. I opened my eyes. Lucas had stumbled backward, dropping his weapon. Blood gushed from his thigh. He screamed, falling to one knee. And standing behind him, eyes dark and jaw clenched, was Ryan. “You talk too much,” Ryan muttered. Lucas snarled through clenched teeth, clutching his bleeding leg. “You traitorous…”

Ryan asked with an arched brow, "You are my boyfriend..." She replied and covered her face shyly, Just then, Austin was led out with a handcuff binding his two wrists, Ryan and Ria moved their gaze to him with a smile, "Hey Mr killer, what's up?" Ryan teased and hey laughed leaving Austin growling and breathing heavily in rage, he couldn't believe the shame, like this was never what he expected for himself, the worst was that the cops secretly got into his apartment and saw the dead bodies of those of his men he shot down,

Or should he hold out for the others? Kawa stared at Ryan. He didn't have the eyes of a killer, just a desperate man. But he was the man who'd kidnapped Carson and terrorized everyone she cared about. Kawa rocked forward. Ryan lunged, shooting his arm up under Kawa's firing hand. Ryan hit flesh the same moment the gun discharged, the sound of the bullet ringing in Ryan's ears. He threw himself forward, driving his shoulder into Kawa's stomach and knocking them back to the deck. Kawa rolled, taking Ryan with him and hauled back, delivering a solid punch that had Ryan seeing double.

“I’m sorry, okay! Fuck!” “Get up!” Reese growled again. Tank stepped in and grabbed Ryan by the shoulders and yanked him to his feet. He stood in front of Reese and feebly put his hands up. He was taller than Reese, being a Basketballer, and Reese flicked his head to move his hair out of his eyes as he looked up and focused on Ryan’s face. Ryan held his hands up and crouched down slightly. Reese dropped his hands, giving Ryan an opportunity to strike him. Ryan went for it, swinging out with his right fist in a quick motion forward. Reese blocked it, stepped close and uppercut Ryan in the chin with a solid punch.

This was a real blockade. The first attacker recovered fast and came at him again, moving quicker this time, a blur of focused aggression. Ryan met him straight on, blocking the high strike before twisting hard and driving the man down toward the ground. He was about to finish it when he caught a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye. The third attacker. Coming in from his blind side. Ryan turned, but he wasn’t quick enough. The hit slammed into his ribs, knocking him back a half-step. He dug his boots into the dirt and caught his balance, breathing through the pain.

Ryan ducked and came at me with his fists, gun discarded unceremoniously. He wanted a brawl? Fine. I threw my gun aside as our fists collided in a flurry of blows. My body screamed in pain from the multiple bullet holes and gashes but I didn't slow down. Couldn't. He was fast. Too fast. The Ryan I had beat up in the garage was a far cry from the one before me. His swings were precise and he anticipated my moves before I made them. I blocked a fist only to be caught by a knee to my sides. I took swings of my own, half of them missing the mark as he moved nimbly on the balls of his feet.

Ryan was at the mini bar, downing some shots. "What is wrong with you, Ryan?" Rico pleaded with more than his words. "I thought we were past this. Throwing punches at James? What were you thinking?" "A shot?" Ryan asked, handing the tequila his way. "Come on, have a drink with me, bro." Rico approached slowly, unsure what to think. He eventually took the shot from Ryan, and sniffed it, before taking one sip, and dropping it on the counter. "You lost this time, Ryan. Stop living in denial. Take the L like the man you are, get over it, and move on."

Lord knows I’ve wanted to shoot my way out of here a few times. “Well?” Kennedy elbows me without missing a tippity-tap. I look up from my phone, drop my head back to the sofa cushion, and sigh gustily as I stare at the ceiling. “He’s my mate.” “Shut the fuck up.” That freezes her fingers for a second. On screen, blood and brain matter splash across the screen. “Yup,” I say. “Darragh Ryan?” “Yeah.” “Shit, girl, I heard he doesn’t even eat the meat.” Kennedy looks at me, wide-eyed. I look at her. We hold it together for exactly one second before we both explode in hysterical guffaws.

he warned Raymond. Raymond accepted the challenge. “And what if I don't stop?” he asked as he walked closer to Ryan, staring at his eyes as if he were asking for war. War? Over what? Me? No. Not on this campus. I will not be the reason for a fight between any of these groups. ​In that exact moment, things got dangerous fast. Ryan quickly pulled out a very sharp pocket knife. He used the tip of the blade to rub it right across Raymond's chin. The knife pierced Raymond's skin, making it bleed.