Cupid With A Gun Novels & Stories

Freakishly Tall Guy carried a shotgun similar to Smoker Lady's, while Bald Dude was heaving a bulging black duffel bag with hundred dollar bills wedged in the end of its zipper. Freakishly Tall Guy raised his gun and cocked it, but before he could pull the trigger, Calix plucked a thick wooden carving off the wall and hurled it at them with an alarming speed. The heavy block of wood smacked Freakishly Tall Guy right on the face, knocking him back with a satisfying thud. The gun skidded across the floor, spinning momentarily before stooping a couple of feet away from his hands. Silence. For a moment Bald Dude couldn't move. Then Smoker Lady swept into view and fired the gun.

They nodded in unison and I stood up. "Hold on, aren't we going to talk about the fact that you just got married though?" Before anyone else would get the chance to speak, I grabbed Piero's shot gun from his belt line and fired at Capo Locale's right foot. "Arghh." The aim was smooth and added was the fact that it was a silencer so no noise was made. "Talk about marriage a second time and you'll be loosing more than a foot." I handed the gun back to Piero and exited the hall, walking straight back to the club where I had left the little kitten...and she isn't here.

Mafia men and their massive egos. “You think I can’t?” He spat, standing up and walking closer to me. As soon as he was within arms reach, I turned off the light, grabbed his arm and twisted his wrist. I heard the gun drop to the ground. I located it with my foot and pushed it backwards. I twisted his entire arm to his back and kicked him. As soon as I heard the loud thud, I turned the lights back on, brighter ones this time and saw the man groaning in pain on the ground. Bending down to pick the gun, I checked for bullets and sure enough, it was loaded. “Thanks for the gift.” I say, waving the gun at him before stuffing it in my purse.

A new voice tore through the air, vicious and snarling: “Don’t you dare touch her!” Recognition struck like lightning. Lucas. Heavy boots thundered. A gunshot exploded, and one of the men screamed. The sedative dragged at my consciousness, but adrenaline fought back, letting me capture flickers: Lucas’s silhouette bursting through the shadows. His voice, lethal and shaking, “Where is she?! Diana!” Hands left my body. Equipment crashed to the floor. The other man bolted, Lucas, chasing with fury that made the ground tremble.

"Because of you! Because Lucian chose you over everything else! If you hadn't come along, if you hadn't seduced him, Raphael would still be alive!" "Raphael attacked our pack. He funded Jude's rebellion. He got innocent wolves killed. His death was his own fault." "No! It was yours! All of this is your fault!" She pulled a gun from her jacket. Not a regular gun. This one looked strange, covered in symbols that glowed faintly. "Witch gun," she said, seeing my expression. "Bullets carved with curse marks. Even if they don't kill you, the curse will. Slow. Painful. Exactly what you deserve."