Body Shot Romane & Geschichten

My word was law. "Based on the wind and wave data from that night, and... the location of the gunshot wound." Ghost Hand swallowed hard, lowering his voice. "Falling into the sea from that height, combined with severe blood loss... the survival rate is zero. The body... was likely torn apart by Mediterranean sharks long ago." THUD! Before Ghost Hand could finish, I kicked him. The broker flew three meters through the air, slamming into the wall and coughing up blood. "I don't want to hear the word 'dead'."

Broad-shouldered, with neatly silver hair and eyes as sharp as a blade. Fredrick Vallenstein. One of Europe’s most powerful business tycoons, known as a clean businessman on the surface... and the shadow king of the underworld. His strong hand gripped a mobile phone tightly, his breath heavy, his eyes burning red. On the other end, a trembling voice was heard: “Sir... Jonathan... he was shot and in critical condition. The bullet pierced his ribs and damaged an important artery... We’ll do our best, but... a coma is very likely.”

A dead body. ###

A suppressed shot to the forehead. The body slumps, and I step over it without slowing.

Ben whined. “Oh, stop being babies. It’s one shot. It won’t kill you.” “Are you sure?” Baylee asked, standing on her chair to sniff mine. “’Cause this doesn’t seem natural.” “Just drink the damn thing!” Vincent barked. Groaning, we all downed it in one gulp. I nearly vomited it back up but forced it down with a swig of scalding coffee, hoping to burn the taste out of my mouth. “Once you guys get shot, your body will react how it normally would—your heart will stop instantly. You’ll pass out,” Vincent said.

A good shower and heavy breakfast is all I need. Patrick is already gone when I return from the bathroom. No surprise here; coming and going like the wind is his style lately. I change and head straight downstairs, hoping that Butler Lucas has had the cook prepare something decent to cure this damn hangover. Reaching the kitchen door, I suddenly hold my steps at the sight of my bodyguard standing near the fridge, uncapping the bottle of drinking water after a seemingly intense workout he's just finished. The sweat smears his skin, his curly hair drenched, the muscles of his strong biceps rippling tensely, and that sexy Adam's apple tips as the water slides in his throat. My breath quickens.

Or heart shot? That was always my biggest dilemma during my mission. I sighed and settled for the head. I held my breath to focus the shot, and pulled the trigger. His head physically exploded, sending blood flying all over the whores he was with as his lifeless body plopped to the floor. His security rushed to him, frantically trying to grasp what just happened. “Gotcha.” I chucked as my lips curved into a grin.

Disgusting. WTF. I thought it would be easy killing this guy, but it seemed he's trained for this. I step back to put space between the two of us, the small distance will give him the advantage to beat me. I shot him so he ran towards me. I ran backwards without stopping shooting at him. The blood in his body spews out every time I hit him, but he still doesn’t stop. It leaves me no choice, so I fired my gun aiming his head. The bullet made a hole in his bald head, making him stop in his movements. The metal baseball bat fell to the floor creating a shrill sound. His thick blood came out and dripped into his mouth as he coughed. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, his body slowly fell to

)) his brother's body began to swell as she coughed and cried out in pain, shit he's gonna explode! I summoned my wind and took his body up and shot him up into the air ** BOOOOOOOOM, POOOOF! ** I had surrounded his body with an air pocket so all his parts were not scattered across the land but kept in the pocket, I lowered the bits and landed them right in front of Neeko who screamed in agony and grief, his eyes turned towards me with hate and I showed my true self to him and smiled.

And he shoots ------------------