Boondocks Blind Guy Novels & Stories

I hope security hears him yelling and gets their asses in here. “ I want to see the doctor now. Move your fat ass and get him. Now.” he shouts. He is so pissed he shoves the bed. The wheels are locked but it does skid a few inches. “ I have already said he is busy.” I said making sure to keep my tone even. Mr. Kendall shouts again “ You listen to me bitch I want some pain killers and you are get the doctor to give them to me. I don’t care how you do it.” The noise has caught the attention of my favorite security guard, Bull. Bull is a huge black man that has to turn sideways and duck to get through most single door ways. He is that wide and six foot three. He played college foot ball before

Third-Person POV (Alessandro & Others) Johnny received the photos Antonio sent and called Kevin and Jake to meet him. They realized Bianca’s father was behind it and began taking matters into their own hands. By the end of the week, the Lombardis had lost most of their hotels and casinos. Johnny ordered his men to hit Lombardi’s brothels. Mr. Lombardi panicked, realizing he had lost most of his assets. It couldn’t be Alessandro, he thought, because an informant had said Alessandro still had bandages over his eyes. He needed to find out who was behind this and make them pay.

“What are you yelling for? Am I blind? This hospital is filled with people trying to catch this lass. Are you trying to lure them here?” Although the subordinate had been slapped, he didn’t seem the least bit angry. Chuckling, he said, “Got it, Brother Gus. Those buffoons outside are too scared of ghosts to come in, saying that the girl can’t hide in here. Fortunately, my Brother Gus is brave and has led us here to a jackpot.”

Another sound answered—the black bark of a rogue’s joy. We saw them together: the human untangling himself from the blind in a panicked tire-squeal of fabric, the rogue committing to the charge with the kind of hunger that thinks it’s a reason. He was brindled with old burns and bad choices, an ear torn, eyes yellow with whatever men like Ronan bottle and call freedom. He hit the first snare and it bit his leg; the wire sang. He laughed around the pain like it was flavor. The human fired once. The shot cracked the day in half. Bark jumped from a trunk near the rogue’s shoulder. He was not a bad shot. He was not good enough.

Blind Man protested. The man glanced toward the left saw another man on his knees. The second man showed no sign of weakness or fear he covered it well. His hands tied behind his back, too. “You just keep your mouth shut, Bob.” Blind Man went on. “You have said enough and soon, you won’t be saying anything else at all.” “Why, you filthy scoundrels kidnap innocent men and women, and for what,” Bob spat. Scarface held up a hand. “Don’t let him get you, Blind Man. He will die. What he says won’t matter anymore. We have the relatives of the CIA. They don’t suspect what’s going. We have work, to do.”

He held a silver-tipped cane in his right hand, standing with a rigid, imposing posture that radiated pure power and absolute coldness. The quiet whispers of the high-society crowd buzzed in Avery's ears as she walked. "Poor girl, marrying a cripple..." "He used to be a genius, now he’s just a blind monster..." "I heard he’s ruthless. The accident made him completely mad..." Avery blocked them out, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. Step by step, she forced her legs to move toward the altar. When she finally reached him, her hand was trembling violently.

Goldie hit the ground, the oozing stump of his left leg cut off at the knee, once fluffy tail now docked. "You fucking animal!" He'd shifted back, blood loss weakening him without the influence of a full moon. He looked like the type of man that would try to sell you a used mattress over Craigslist. "What kind of sick bastard loads with pure silver?" The barrel pressed against Blondielock's forehead. In all my twenty-six years of living on this earth, I had never seen the infamous Midnight Cowboy. He was smaller than I expected.

The hooves of our horses awaken some of the people of my pack, causing them to peek out their windows and doors to see what the commotion is about. Before long, we reach the courtyard of the palace and begin to dismount. After a quick debriefing, I release the men to go home to get some rest. Turning, I focus on the woman at my side and find myself floored. Her hood has fallen back to reveal raven hair, the light of dawn causes rainbows to shimmer in the long strands. Her beauty takes my breath away, but that isn’t what truly floors me. Her eyes, her eyes are a dull shadow violet. She’s blind.

He was about to dismiss the man when he suddenly remembered something that made him immediately curious. " What about the men we sent to Jones resident for the mission?" He asked the man. " Oh yes! They are back already but they are badly beaten up" " What?!" Dylan was shocked. How could his men be beaten by Jones guards??? One of his men can beat two or more of the Jones guards. That was how powerful and trained his men were! So how was it possible for the Jones guard to beat his men??? " How? How can they beat my man?" He asked in surprise and great shock!