Gol D Roger Execution Novels & Stories

There was no longer rage and anger in his eyes, instead there was something which almost made me feel sorry for him. I say 'almost' because when I looked at him I also remembered he was the reason we were about to be attacked by a band of extremely pissed off rogues - though I would expect better of them. It had been nine months since our agreements was finalised so, if I was going to organise an attack, I've had plenty of opportunity to be able to do it.

"I found the elder. He was already dead. The people who took him had been holding him in an underground compound for weeks. They drained his accounts. They extracted every piece of information he had. When he had nothing left, they killed him." I felt my stomach turn. "Who were they?" "Rogues. A network I hadn't come across before. Organized. Disciplined. They had been doing this for years. Kidnapping wealthy wolves, draining their accounts, killing them. No witnesses. No traces. No bodies." I stared at him. "How did you find them?" "I got lucky. One of them made a mistake. Used a phone that could be traced. I followed it to a warehouse on the edge of the territory. There were three of them.

A flash in her eyes Some surprises and thoughtful thoughts. "Forehead..." Roger said calmly. "Let me introduce myself. My name is Roger, a poor soul who is forcibly imprisoned in a necklace by a curse. Only by fulfilling the host's wish can he be freed." Despite what Roger said, in fact, he was just as panicked in his heart. He didn't understand the world, and with his current soul state, he was really afraid that the other party would suddenly take out a weapon specially designed to deal with the soul body and kill him directly. It's transcended.

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