Deadshot Gun Suicide Squad Novels & Stories

My black combat boots were laced up and I had different knives strapped to me with my trusted 9mm tucked in my back. “Ready?” I asked everyone. I was met with their eyes and looks of determination. “Let’s go!” We were all business as we left the packhouse with death in our hearts. No one fucks with my pack and gets away with it. We got into blackened SUVs that were bulletproof. The ride was silent as no one said a word. Everyone was dressed similar to what I had on. The only difference was their hands were twitching in adrenaline and my heart was racing with excitement.

Whatever warmth had been left in his eyes was now completely gone. "Let's just pretend we never had a son like you, you ungrateful bastard. "My only son is already dead. You killed him." He waved his hand wearily, as if every last bit of strength had been drained out of him. "Get him out of here." "No—!!!" Roger's scream was dragged out into the rain until it faded completely. Casey stood perfectly still, her face unreadable. Only when his voice had disappeared did she slowly turn and walk toward the exit.

in their true, terrifying form. ​"Shoot them!" the Captain shrieked from the floor. ​"Too late," Julian whispered. ​He grabbed the barrel of the nearest rifle, the silver veins on his arm glowing blindingly bright. The metal didn't just bend; it disintegrated into ash. ​"The Board wanted the Tenth Life," Julian said, his hand moving to the soldier's throat. "Now they have to survive it."

“We need a minute with him. Wait in the car.” Cassian looked between us, jaw tight, then nodded once and walked out through the glass doors. The four of us followed at a slower pace and stopped on the quiet stretch of pavement beside the building where the afternoon light fell without interruption. Dante studied me for a long moment and asked the only question that mattered. “Did you kill him?” I met his eyes without blinking and answered in the same even tone I used for every report. “Yes.” Lucien let out a short breath and shook his head. “Of course you did.”

He said gently, "Sadie, let the past die with yesterday. From now on, you will be reborn anew. I hope your days from here on will be filled with joy." Standing on the rooftop, Nemera raised her champagne glass, clinking it against his before drinking it all in one breath. "Now, I have only one regret left," Nemera said softly. "What is it?" Noah asked. Nemera looked at him with a strange smile. "Well, my regret is… that you're still alive." "What did you say?" Noah's eyes widened. Suddenly, he clutched his head and dropped to his knees. "How's the champagne with a little something extra?" she asked sweetly.

Spade likes to mess around and is easy to be around but like Killer, his blue eyes and easy-going nature is just a mask. He can snap a guy's neck in less than ten seconds. I've witnessed his murderous nature. He was kicked out of the squad a year ago due to unstable mental behavior. And branded too dangerous for missions. At 29 he’s a retired USA veteran and a full pledged contract sniper for the club. We don't believe he is unfit for work. We all know that he faked the whole thing to get off the squad. It was his grandmas dying wish. “As I was saying,” Venus continues, “She deserves to be a member, but that doesn't mean we got to just hand it to her. Plus, I think psychologically a job and

“No one can kill him. No one.” Every single one of his men refused to roll on him. It was the kind of loyalty I couldn’t explain. Maddox was a psychotic madman. How could he scare these men so deeply? “You should’ve put your money on me.” I raised my gun, aimed between the eyes, and pulled the trigger. He fell back with a thud, his blood everywhere. Ash didn’t react at all, not even to the sound of the loud gunshot as it echoed off all the cargo bins. “It’s like they’re robots.”

She just turned on her heel and walked away, her boots crunching through the spreading pool of blood like it was nothing. I couldn’t breathe. I Could Not Breathe. “What the fuck—” I gasped, stepping backward, nearly tripping over my own feet. “What the fuck was that?!” Hoodie Guy’s expression didn’t change. He looked at the dead man, then at the brunette, and finally, back at me. “Bad timing,” he told me quietly. “Bad—?!” My voice cracked. “Someone just—she just killed him!” He sighed, like I was overreacting. “Yeah. That tends to happen in situations like this.”

Delanie’s tone carried a level of authority that made them pause for a while. As she continued to apply pressure, the gang briefly discussed among themselves before the scar-faced one pressed the gun in her direction without her knowing, but Wade saw it, throwing himself backward over her at the same time the bullet went out, piercing the other side of his stomach. He slowly lost consciousness, blood oozing out of him like a stream. Delanie sobbed, forcing herself from beneath him, since Wade’s security team were all down. Unknown to her, the gang was also about to pull Wade away to have a better shot at her when bullets began falling from the sky, draining the life out of each of the squad

A coin - sized tattoo was printed on the skin. A circle of dark thorn patterns. Vivienne threw the blood - stained document cover back onto the seat. “It's the same as on the document.” The assistant stretched his head to look at the tattoo. His Adam's apple bobbed once. “The mark of the death squads of the Presidium...” The assistant turned his head forward. “They're starting a full - scale war.” Alexander casually threw the Desert Eagle into the storage compartment on the side of the door panel. The metal clanged against the plastic.