Block Shot Kennedy Ryan Novels & Stories

Rocky eyes was showing how much his ego was hurt. Ryan slolwy turns back and tries to catch Rocky. But Rocky again hits Ryan with the stone. "NO!" she screamed top of her lungs. Ryan falls down and closes his eyes. "Ryan wakeup!" He slap on his both Cheeks but he doesn't reply her "Bro what did you do?" Rocky friend asked him. "What if he complain to the police then we should have ended up in the jail." "RYAN WAKEUP." She Screams She quickly checks his pluse.

“Brighton’s working with them. Planning to take me out at tomorrow’s game—equipment sabotage, maybe worse. They gave him a gun. We were spotted. Shots fired.” Ryan’s voice was deadly calm. “How many?” “Four. Armed. They’ll come hard now.” A beat of silence. “Get to the safe house. I’m rallying everyone—our guys, allies, whoever owes us. This ends tomorrow.” Roy nodded even though Ryan couldn’t see. “Brighton’s desperate. Hailey’s dad must’ve cut him off—no more money, no more cover.” I stared out the window, pieces clicking. Dad had always liked Brighton—saw him as “good stock.” But after the scandals, the company collapse… maybe even he’d finally seen the rot.

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In seconds police officer surrounded the living room, relieved washed over me but Ryand didn't relent. “Drop the weapon!” one of them shouted Ryan’s hand shook, but he didn’t let go. He placed the cold metal on my temples instead “I said DROP IT!” he shouted But he didn’t, he let out a loud scream and pressed the trigger— A loud bang echoed through the room, and then a loud shout from Leon calling my name. My eyes tightened shut as I anticipated the pain to shoot through my body but I didn’t feel anything, no pain. But Ryan’s grip on me loosened, I turned around shaking violently just in time to see him stumble backward, blood gushing out of his forehead.

Ryan called him. " I'm fine, how's Noah? " He asked. " Chris and Ian are searching for him. " But suddenly his eyes widen and he shouted. " RYAN.. " I turned and before the guy could hit Ryan I pushed him to the side and punched the guy. " Ryan get him out fast. " I shouted as the guy gets up from the floor. He came to punch me but I blocked his attack and grabbed his hand, turned it behind his back and kicked him on his back.

I send it. He receives cleanly and accelerates, Kael matching him stride for stride again. “You’re not scoring on me twice today!” Kael shouts. “Watch me!” Finn laughs and they clash near the boards. The puck squirts free. Leon swoops in and attempts a snap shot from the slot, only to be blocked by Brooks again. He’s relentless. The rebound spins awkwardly toward center ice. Ryan and I reach it simultaneously. Our sticks collide with a sharp crack. We hold there for a second—strength against strength.

The agent held his knee in pain, his blood gushed out like tap water. "Bitch!" He cursed at her. "You were gonna say court of law, right?" She asked then gave herself a spin and kicked Ryan's head with a force that struck him to the floor with a thud! "Hate to break it to you son of a bitch! But I've heard that shit a thousand times! Don't come looking for me, you won't come out alive!" She knocked him out with the end of her gun. Ryan's vision blurred out then he passed out!

As the bodyguards moved to stop me, Ryan quickly signaled them to back off. He knew he had offended me, but I had thrown him a lifeline, so taking a few hits was worth it. It wasn't until the rod broke that I tossed it aside. I then kicked Ryan in the chest, watching him fall to the ground in a heap, finally releasing some of my pent-up frustration. Throughout the entire ordeal, Ryan didn't resist; he only let out muffled groans of pain. I flexed my wrist and sneered, "Ryan Hunt, I didn’t see this coming. You’re tougher than I thought, but it’s a shame you’re so foolish, letting Scarlett Hayes lead you around by the nose."

The man remained motionless like a statue, his deep black eyes like the bottom of an abyss; no one could see through his mind. Seeing Ryan standing still, Kent snorted in annoyance; he reached into the cage and grabbed my hair, pulling me up, suddenly in pain that I lost control and groaned. Ryan's eyes moved a little at this time, and his calm face seemed to crack. “Let her go!” He screeched every word. "If you hesitate, I will not give her brain a few holes. My gun has never stopped without smelling blood, and I have never shot target slip." Kent laughed with amusement, the air of a man who had the upper hand.

So when he attacks, trying to grab me, I surprise him by stepping to the side a throw a hit on his shoulder. Ryan’s eyes go big as he stands up and looks at me. He tries again, only for me, this time knocking him to the ground by swiping his legs away with a kick to his hip. “Fuck,” He mutters as he stands up, thinking he can surprise me and goes to grab me, only for me to block him and push him away.