Gol D Roger Execution Novels & Stories

Diego's POV My phone vibrated again, moments after Ignacio's call. It was a message this time, with a pin drop location. I immediately figured out the place where she was. The place she was was perfect for a private execution. This wasn't about answers anymore. It was about vengeance for hurting what belonged to me. Just as I was about to enter my car and leave, Rodrigo came rushing towards me. “Boss, let me follow you there. I'll help you.”

Not when we can save her! Conor stepped up behind Roger and placed his hand on his right shoulder leaning down to Roger’s left ear. “Don’t ever say that again. I’ll rip your tongue out next time.” Roger lost some of the coloring in his face while Joanne snickered lightly under her breath at the horrified look on Roger’s face. Roger shrank out of fear next to Conor. “Yes Majesty.” He whispered quietly. Conor grabbed the sack and another tray and started pulling out each set of muscles.

Collin asked, lowering his voice to a whisper. "I told you I didn't do it." Roger's bloody hands trembled in fear. He didn't know what had happened there. Oriel's room was closed and the noise of banging was also not audible. "Oriel," he shouted at the closed the door. No sound was heard. He shouted again, "Oriel, come outside, it's fine." Suddenly, Roger got up on his feet, disturbingly repeating his words, "I didn't do it. I didn't do it." He continuously repeated and abruptly left the place, to never appear again.

But me, with my pistols and rifles, is more than enough to cause them another horror. A footstep quietly echoes, then another too. When a pair of legs become visible on the stairs from where I’m hunkered down, I don’t waste time and pull the trigger of my rifle. There’s a loud consecutive thudding while two pistols and a body in our gang’s combat uniform is plummeting down to the bottom of the stairs. The first man who manages to see my face in this place before his death is Roger, an associate for more than a decade. His legs are bleeding and paralyzed. He’s hissing in pain while attempting to reach for his pistols. Before his fingertips can prod one of his pistols, I pull out one of my pis

A heavy blow landed against the back of his head. Rodrigo staggered. Spun around. And saw the face of a man he never wanted to see again. “I’ve waited for this, Rodrigo,” the man said, fists raised, eyes burning. “The day I get to kill you.” Rodrigo pulled the man’s mask off. He already knew. Cillian Goth. Leader of the Elite Group of Destruction. “Still crawling out of sewers, Goth?” Rodrigo said through gritted teeth. “Looks like nothing’s changed.”

Wary of the information, they all stare at him, hoping he would retract them. "Those dumbass are just hiding" the old man persisted. Unconvinced of what the two men were trying to explain. "Roel Bostillo was executed. A gruesome execution. Not just a bullet in his head but a pencil in his neck. A fucking pencil got him!" Vladimir interjected after the group remains unconvinced.

I successfully block his exit, my own body tensed for any action, as Roger lowers his snarling face to the priests, warning him with body if not with words to stay still – But the priest bares his own teeth and angles his hand up, pointed towards Roger’s chest, and then he says some archaic word – And there is a blast of light, of heat, of fire that blinds me, makes me turn my head away for a split second before I hear a yelp of fear and pain. And as I snap my face back towards the priest I see Roger soaring upwards through the air, his back and shoulders slamming into the low sewer ceiling before gravity pulls him back down – But the priest is fast – Before Roger’s body can fall back down o

Alliance Master Yarn sighed inwardly and said, “I’m still missing that little opportunity. So be it. Today, for my people and for my civilization, I’ll fight to my death! … Roger had returned to his peak condition. He had a handsome face, black hair, as well as a tall and burly figure. He was standing on the sea with his hands behind his back. In that instant, only this magnificent figure could be seen! Roger stared at the nine silver dragons raging in front of him intently with a smug smile. He raised his right hand, made a grabbing motion at the nine silver dragons in mid-air, and shouted grimly, “How dare nine worms like you kick up a storm on my sea?! Die!” Crack! Nine shattering sounds

The others must belong to the guys who work down here. He parks our car yards away, and we both arm ourselves, the second car full of my guys pulling in behind us. Roger steps out, standing behind his door for cover, gesturing for the men to check out the situation. All I can do is stare at the door leading into the warehouse while my heart pounds hard enough to drown out every other sound. I have to go in there, I can't wait, but I need to be smart, too. What if Caterina is in there? But what if she isn't, and she's left raising a child alone because I walked into a trap? Think smart Gianni. The men pass our car, their guns drawn, as two of them survey the area while the third steps up to t

" Roger glanced around at the unfamiliar faces, intensifying his curiosity. He stopped the director and whispered something in his ear, causing the latter to smile nervously before leaving. "What did you tell him?" Karen inquired, and Roger didn't hesitate to share. "To bring me some hair, nails, or any identifying item he can find," he shrugged, noticing Karen's slight frown. "Are you sure he will comply? I thought we agreed to handle it ourselves." Roger let out a frustrated sigh, realizing she wouldn't understand. "There are suspicious individuals," he whispered. "If they are involved, our proximity to the body could raise suspicion. It's better to make them believe they have won."