Butcher Wally Novels & Stories

Tilly's warning words echo in my mind. Swallowing, I blink awake. Above me lurks a man with a gleaming smile, far too bright with far too many teeth. "Everything is fine." I lie as Wally's face comes into focus. "Just peachy." "Good," he nods, satisfied. "I'd hate for you to be uncomfortable. I have a surprise for you," he holds out a hand. "It'll be a fun little break. Wanna take a ride?"

Gabby said and walked away from the men with their empty jugs of liquor. Even though she had been smiling, it was obvious to Walter with the tremors in her voice that she was in trouble. “You can’t do this boss,” Walters Butler said. “You don’t even know this girl.” “Hola for another drink,” Walter replied, ignoring his butler’s warning. “What?” “Raise your hands and order for drinks, I won’t ask a third time, and slur your words when doing it,” Walter replied, his displeasure evident. His butler obeyed without further complaint, raising his hands and hollering for drinks at their table while making sure that his words were slurred.

she said with a hint of reluctance. Cruzita exchanged a bemused look with Kayla, who merely shrugged. "Your card has been frozen," the sales girl informed, returning Wally's card. Wally was taken aback. How could her card, which she had used just yesterday, be frozen? Grabbing the girl's hand, she protested, "That's a lie. Are you intentionally trying to embarrass us now?" "What's wrong with you?" Cruzita yelled, shooting a glance at Kayla, who decided to intervene.

Jack needed to get Thorne's attention, and in a place like this, there was only one language everyone understood. He made his way to the organizer, a greasy man with a gold tooth, and threw a thin roll of cash on the table. "I want to fight," Jack said, his voice low. The man looked him up and down, a look of pity and amusement on his face. "You got a death wish, kid? The next guy up is 'The Butcher.' He's got three kills in the cage." "I'll sign the waiver," Jack said simply.

"Send two alive and one butchered, then." "Yes boss."

He didn't even slow down. ‎ ‎He moved faster than my eyes could track. One second he was ten feet away; the next, he was in Vance’s face. ‎ ‎Vance fired. Bang. ‎ ‎The Butcher didn't flinch. He sidestepped the bullet with a supernatural grace, spinning past Vance’s guard. ‎ ‎With a movement almost too casual to be an attack, the Butcher swung his free hand. He backhanded Vance across the face. ‎ ‎The sound was like a gunshot, the crack of a neck breaking.

Her eyes dropped automatically to his pants and Ben plucked his shirt from Trish's fingers to pull it back down. Ben struggled to keep the scowl off his face and his tone light. "I'm not a fan of that sculpture," he said to the dark beauty. Looking at Wally, he shrugged. "Trish beat senseless the man who used the knife on me, so the scales are in balance." He kissed the redhead, and she smiled happily at him. "Dude! In what world does a beating balance attempted murder?!?" Wally blurted. Trish shrugged. "The stupid fucker died shortly afterward when the sledgehammer he was swinging around fell on his head, so... yeah."

"I was diligent enough. " "Too bad. Just when I thought our little Batman and Joker act was killing it, " he said and then cackled hysterically. "Stand down, Michael. " He immediately got up inhumanely and slashed Margot's throat open with his butcher knife and blood trickled viciously from the cut. "Never say that name again. I'm the fucking Butcher," he said and then caressed the knife on his face sticking his tongue out. My pupils shrunk. "No, no. Margot! Margot! " I shrieked at the peak of my voice.

"Think of what you’re getting into. I’ve got bad blood with too many people, and Dylan's mother is related to some underground forces from Gin City. They might come looking for me soon. Are you still willing to work for me under such circumstances?" Unexpectedly, Walter nonchalantly replied, "Since when am I, Walter Lamington, ever afraid of death? When I was fighting with you, I understood the difference between our strengths after I vomited blood as a result of your assault, but I never gave in and stood my ground till I nearly died. I’ve made up my mind before I came to fight you, knowing that either you or me has to go." Walter paused before he added, "I just didn't expect that you’d spa

But it doesn't seem to loosen the knot. The only good thing is that I don't have long to wait. The Butcher enters the warehouse, flanked by two of his soldiers. One is slim, with white-blond hair and tattoos down both arms. The other looks familiar, he might have been one of the bouncers at Pole. Oh, fuck. He probably was.