Bob From Top Gun Maverick Novels & Stories

“Got you back for last time.” Tony glared up, eyes narrowing. “You gotta be kidding me.” He lifted his gun and fired point-blank. Whack! The shot hit Bob dead in the groin. Bob went down like a sack of bricks, hands cupping his crotch. “Of all places…” he wheezed, voice an octave higher. Tony smirked and popped another round into Bob’s backside for good measure. “Now we’re even.” Betrayals and Payback

he growled with fire in his eyes. “We’re in New York. You slept through the ride. Boys are waiting out.” He said walking to the door. Bobby adjusted his shirt. He wasn’t dressed in a suit this time. He wore black jeans and a plain black top. He put his shades on, combing his black hair out of his face, he walked to the door. The plane was small, but he didn’t need anything bigger. Walking down the three steps, Mico waited by a black escalade. Bobby looked at his team, they were perfect. He thought about running the mafia in the states but didn’t like the American culture too much. Mico slid in next to Bobby.

But then he asked, “Did you get a doctor?” “Yes, she'll be here soon.” He sighed in relief and wanted to speak again when one of his bodyguards came to his room. The man bowed and handed a tablet over to him. “Sir, I retrieved the footage like you said. The video is in this tab,” the man told him. Maverick collected the tab and dismissed the man. Then he played the video and allowed Lena to watch it with him. They both frowned as Jimmy appeared on the screen. They watched as he locked the bathroom door. Maverick's face turned red with anger. Immediately after the video ended, he shouted, “Jimmy!!!”

Travis voice boom. "You I can't even look at you, you disgust me she's my age ,my best friend Jesus did you think of mom ?me when you fucking my best friend!!!!" Kaylee baby look " he steps in front of Kaylee she moves back " It's either you tell mom or I am telling her as soon as she get back " she points at Travis.her face red and stained with tears shock and horror of what she just walked in too.

If Anthony was telling the truth, she had to get out of Cancun. The room phone rang. Hoping against hope that it was good news, she answered. “Hello.” “Margo, something is going down,” Bobbi said. “Oh thank God it’s you. Where are you?” “On the boat.” “Get out of there. Anthony is on his way to the boat, and he shot Aaron. He’ll shoot you, too, probably!” “Don’t worry about it. I knocked him out cold and tied him up.” Margo was shocked. “Wow. Good.”

We then leave that bunker heading to the one Angus and Leo used. Maverick surprises me when he stops and puts Scarlett down, pulls something out of his pocket, and then disappears back to the prison bunker. A few minutes later, he returns, picks her back up and we get moving again. When we are nearly at Angus's bunker, I hear an explosion coming from the prison bunker.

"Thank Goddess you have Fabian to balance that out. He’s always been the one with the street-smarts." Ford chuckled, a genuine sound that vibrated through the rock we were sitting on. "He is. He’s the fire to my ice. I don’t know what I would have done without him these last five years. He’s the only one who had the balls to tell me when I was being a fool." "Mommy! Papa! Look!" Maverick’s voice rang out, clear and joyous. We both turned to see him running toward us, his cupped hands held out like a treasure chest. He stopped in front of us, his face glowing with pride as he slowly opened his fingers.

The man trailed off and Maverick raised a brow at him, how on earth did this werewolf know his name? “How do you know who I am?” He asked but before he could say anything, there was a sound of gunshot right beside him which made him jump back in order to avoid any casualties, he looked up and saw that the werewolf was dead and the one who shot the gun was Robb. “What the hell, Robb?” “What the fuck are you doing standing so close to that beast? What if it attacked you?” Robb asked and Maverick scoffed. “It wasn’t in a position to do that,” Maverick answered as he stood up.

Then— A sharp metallic click. The cat froze. A tranquilizer dart quivered in its flank. The puma staggered. Collapsed. Silence flooded the forest. Christopher stared in shock. Bobby turned. The director lowered the rifle slowly. His expression had changed. The warmth was gone. Only cold satisfaction remained. “You see,” he said calmly, “I knew exactly where the den would be.” Bobby’s stomach dropped. “You—”