Deadshot Suicide Squad Gun Novels & Stories

His black suit accentuated his flawless figure, and the gun in his hand was still smoking. "Touch her again, and your wedding will become your funeral."

Then Callum’s presence brushes the edge of my mind. Every ounce of strength he can spare flows into me. I gather all of it. The bond. The voices of the pack. The energy is threatening to tear me apart from the inside. I am about to release it when agony spears through my side. A suppressant dart. One of Savannah’s elites slips through the chaos and lands the shot. The energy beneath my skin sputters. Before I can even identify the shooter, Kieran is already on them. A second later, the threat is gone.

Alive and about to kill you. “Ho ho, this is so rich, isn’t it? The boyfriend comes back from the dead”, he chortled, I put the rifle to my side, unholstering my Glock from my waist and aiming it for his left leg, shooting the damn thing till the bullet hit his bone. Blood tainted his suit, he wailed like the fucking leech he was. I wanted to tear every layer of skin from him, burn him in hot oil, shove hot wax down his throat but there was time for that.

Zade apologized to Kayla, “I have one request: please bury me and Blair together, or rather, if you cremate us, put out ashes together.” “If I get my hands on that gun, you are really going to be dead before the cops get here,” Dylan threatened. “Have you gone mad?!!” Thaila yelled. “Have I gone mad? Not yet,” Zade placed his hand on the trigger and faced it towards me; he had a maniac look on his face. “Now, I have gone completely mad,” Zade said, followed by a gunshot.

Without breaking stride, Zayden unholstered his custom matte-black Desert Eagle. BANG! BANG! BANG! Three precise shots. Three shooters on the upper scaffolding dropped dead, crashing forty feet down onto the metal crates. Zayden ducked beneath a shotgun blast, drove his elbow into a mercenary’s jaw—shattering the bone to powder—snatched the fallen combat knife mid-air, and plunged the six-inch blade straight through another attacker’s jugular. Blood sprayed across the side of a shipping container, but not a single drop touched the pristine fabric of Zayden's lapels.

I laugh as I reach behind my back and pull the gun free and aim it at him. “Nah, you won’t make it off these grounds alive. Sorry, but I like it here.” I fire, hitting him in the shoulder as all hell breaks loose. I fire at anything that moves as my team fight as well. I run towards my zio and zia when it happens. I stop dead in my tracks. I scream as I run to them. The man I shot has shot them both. I check zia and she is dead, no. I check zio and he is still alive barely.

Even though she wore a mask, he could still sense her confidence and charm in that moment. Frank, with his unconventional hairstyle, was unusually serious. He assumed a determined stance, showing no mercy. Soon, the match was reaching its climax. There were only a few players left on the field. Frank crouched in the bushes, his gun aimed attentively at Seven, who was using a health pack. "Bang!" A fatal shot. No brothers on the battlefield. "Sorry about that," Frank muttered. Holding his gun, he looked at the pile of items scattered beside Seven's lifeless body. Sneakily, he crouched and crept toward it, ready to gather the supplies. Suddenly, he heard the roaring sound of a motorcycle.

Silence reigns for a while as I stare at her lifeless body lying on the chair with her eyes wide open. I take in a deep breath as I begin to make my way out of the room. The moment I step out of the room, I meet Kuzma still standing there waiting. “Anything abnormal?” He shakes his head as I pass the knife and the gun to him. I used a normal unlicensed gun to kill Samantha for a reason. The guns we use in the Bratva usually have customized bullets. That's why I used a normal gun that's untraceable. “Get his fingerprints on the gun and the knife. They are both dead. Plant the knife near her and the gun near him.. I'll be in my hotel room. We're leaving once you finish.” Kuzma nods as I begin

Jaden asked as I loaded a handgun. "They've each earned two shots. One for Nat and one for Margo. One in the heart and one in the head." I snarled as the men looked at me, shocked. Decker nodded first, "I want Skull" he requested and I carefully handed him the gun. Decker walked over to him. "For Nat." Decker said simply and shot. Skull was dead a second later with a hole in his head and in his chest where his heart was supposed to be but I doubted that a man that evil even had a heart.

he accused like a heavy shroud, the weight of his words sinking into Hazel's consciousness like a leaden weight. "Shoot him," he ordered. Without pausing to consider the consequences, she pulled the trigger, the deafening roar of the gunshot shattering the night air. Silas staggered backward, a look of shock crossing his face as the bullets, laced with silver, tore through his chest. Hazel's heart plunged as she watched him collapse to the ground, blood seeping from the fatal wounds. With a strangled cry, she fell to her knees beside him, her hands stained crimson as she tried in vain to stem the tide of blood pouring from his chest.