Evil Barry Allen Novels & Stories

Bara had never before taken a person's life but after he saw David's family, hia best friend who was in turmoil because of Valentino's actions, suddenly a feeling of murder grew in his heart. Not only did he want to kill the female detective who had killed David, but of course his main target was Valentino Araya. Before he could be released from that prison, he had asked everyone to keep his freedom a secret. He had also asked Stefan to also be released on bail, which of course was not small. Currently Bara was waiting in his car alone. This period was like Dejavu when he remembered himself having to wait for Stefan every time they were going somewhere. Bara then heard the sound of footsteps

“Special Agent Barry.” They pulled their jackets to the side and their badges caught the light for half a second before disappearing behind the thick fabric. I made a mental note that they were from the Department of Justice. Whoever ordered the arrest went all out on this one. I leaned back in the chair, lifting my hands on the metal table. “You two took great efforts just to invite me for a chat,” I said. Alexander didn’t return my smile. He just lowered himself into the chair on the other side of the table. His movements were slow, intentionally dictating the pace here. Barry remained standing, his eyes flicking between my face and some imaginary point just over my shoulder.

“I want to catch the sonofabitch who took your daughter, but I want to get the right guy.” Mr. Barrett wrapped his arms around himself, leaning slightly forward so that his posture began to mimic that of his wife. His face became a collection of tics and twitches, as if he were about to undergo a change, a metamorphosis. When he spoke, his voice was hushed and choked. “Hank Bukhari is the right guy.” Hammett stood and walked around his desk. He hesitated but then placed a hand lightly on Mr. Barrett’s shoulder. He almost expected the man to jerk away, or even throw a punch, but instead he stood still and silent, allowing the contact.

“Exactly what I wanted to hear,” Barbara said. “I'll see you in a few hours.” “OK, ma'am,” Allen said, and disconnected the call. He rose from the floor and started putting his room back in order again, as he felt his chest getting lighter. After arranging and sweeping his room clean of the mess he had created, he took a cold, calming shower, and he walked into his room again with a renewed sense of confidence in his strides. He wasn't going to let go just like he did with Veronica; he was going to fight till the end. Till Camilla became his.

He just prayed he couldn't get to Su, she was the most vulnerable of all the people he cared about, Spade could take care of himself, he owned a mafia, but not knowing how evil this man was, was actually very dangerous for Spade, because he'd keep letting this man into his inner circle and handing him information about himself on a platter of gold. "It's nothing personal, I just like to see that sad, painful look in your eyes, it makes me feel thrilled, and I also want to watch Spade beg on his knees when he realizes that I have you in my custody before I kill him" he added, tilting his lips up on the side in a sadistic, evil smile. Making his face even more hideous than it originally looked

It was the reason why he was the brain behind their invading warehouses of corrupt mafia dons to have a share of whatever they got illegally. Allan was the brain behind everything and with his hacking abilities, they couldn’t be traced. He was also a genius at improvising their exits, leaving no traces behind them. Who knew that Allan would be willing to give it all up for a woman? “Allan, what has gotten into you?” Darel asked from shock. Allan was getting worked up. “Can’t you see that I want to make things right? I want Cassandra Blade,” he said furiously. Darel shook his head. It seemed to him that all hope was lost.

After saying this, he finally felt better, and he laughed happily. "Yes, yes, boss, you are so wise," seeing the boss laughed, Barrett was happy, and he immediately flattered. "Mr. Brock, don't worry. Neal is the subordinate of Jonas, the world's largest underworld organization's boss. The police in A city is unable to touch him, Mr. Brock. You can be at ease and just continue to take the money." "Yeah." Brock smiled in satisfaction and waved his big hand. He said, "All of you can rest your mind during this period of time, and recharge yourself. We are going to make a lot of money when the time comes. Let's have a drink together now!

the man stammered, terrified. Just the mention of Benjamin’s name was enough to terrify criminals. “Hmph.” Barry’s eyes turned darker. “You’re still not telling the whole truth. One more lie, and I’ll kill you now.” He pressed harder with his foot. The man gasped for air, breaking down completely. “It’s Evelyn! You know she’s always at the casino, right? She and Tg are close. After you dumped her daughter, she wasn’t going to let it go!”

His face was cold as ice as he looked at Allan. Allan didn't care about Mr. Henry Stevens atitude. He went to make a statement right away. Afterwards he was requested to wait I'm a small room near the interrogatinn room. Allan frowned when he saw the people inside the room. They were Stanley and Bornny. These were the people he was with before he was attacked by Edgar and his ganger.Allan laughed in hunger. Cocoa felt the need to go and explain to the officers but was stopped at the counter. We will call you when we heed witnesses. The officer on the counter told her. Witnesses! For what? She was confused.

Barry? “Know your place Eva. I am talking to your cousin.” “Excuse me Barry,” He quickly reached out and grabbed her wrist tightly just looking pointedly at her. After a tense couple of seconds Eva slowly nods her head. “Good girl,” “I see you still needs to dominate the girls to stay in line with your orders Barry.” “What are you talking about?” Jack looked pointedly at the red marks on Eva’s skin. “Enough, why did you call this meeting Barry?” “Do you mind if we have this particular conversation in private?”