Gol D Roger Execution Novels & Stories

"Please! No! We’re sorry! We didn't mean it! Don't kill us!" Carlos watched the scene for a moment. He saw the way Roger was looking at the blood, his eyes wide and excited. Carlos knew this was the part where things got very, very messy. He knew that when Roger was out, the basement became a slaughterhouse. Carlos bowed his head respectfully to Maxton. "Don Maxton... I will wait outside." Roger didn't even look at him. He was already walking toward the screaming man, reaching for another tool on the table. "Good idea, Carlos. Go get some fresh air. It’s about to get very loud here."

He didn’t say anything, and I took the hint to elaborate on my explanation. “The day I disappeared, we were attacked by a small group of rogues. I was the first one to arrive on the scene and Giovanna was there fighting with them. We both instantly felt the mate bond, but when the other rogues realized what was happening, they turned on her. They used her to get me to reject the pack and leave with them. They have tortured her to get me to give them information about the pack while they have been planning and scheming. I can’t even get close enough to her to talk to her or find out if she wants to be my mate.” “Who are ‘they’? Is there an organized group of rogues building up again?”

Braxton motioned down towards the ladder, “After you.” “You want me to go first? But I-” “Adira,” Braxton cut her off, “Calm down. This is only gonna work if you trust me, Red.” The woman sighed and cast another glance down the hatch before nodding slowly. “Okay?” Braxton spoke calm and reassuringly. “Okay.” “Good. I’m right behind you.” She nodded slightly before stepping down on the ladder, holding her breath. If there was anyone or anything intended to hurt her down that pathway, it had only a few seconds to do so. Maybe ten seconds, tops, of her back being turned. Nine. Eight. Seven.

One word carved into the middle to remind anyone who was lucky enough to have a seat at the table why they were there “ROGUES” Fishtailing the tyres, I turned off the road into the car park. Rows of bikes lined up the chrome shining in the sunlight. Kicking down the stand and unzipping my leather jacket, Taking a deep breath I headed into the clubhouse knowing full well that the bomb I was about to drop was not going to be well received.

With swift decisiveness, he proceeded to check out. As Roger emerged from the hotel, the atmosphere became charged with tension. Two imposing figures swiftly closed in on him, their muscular bodies a testament to their physical prowess. Their strong grips seized both of his shoulders. They expertly guided him towards a waiting van parked nearby. "Who are you? Where are you taking me?!" Roger shouted. "We're taking you to our boss! You owe him twenty million. He foresaw that you might try to run, which is why we've been watching you," one of the captors explained coolly.

“Then head for the Old Ford Lock. Stay off the towpath, take the streets.” Roger didn’t hesitate, but turned and, leaping from the engine house, brought his hatchet down on the neck of a floater coming over the gunnel, spun and took out another’s knee. Dewey, with his staff held horizontally before him, rushed two more floaters to the bow and drove them into the water. With the windlass shoved through his wide belt and his crooked teeth bared in a grimace, Patsy swung his staff taking out the feet of a floater on the dock, then, using the gunnel as a springboard, leapt onto the platform and sprinted toward the lock mechanism. A born footballer, Patsy sidestepped and ducked his shoulders, elu

Russell explained. Rodgie grabbed his head with both hands. What he had just heard was unbelievable. In fact, this is a very heavy blow for him. “No that’s impossible. Tori can’t leave my mother and child alone. Tori is a good wife,” Rodgie lamented. Russell had investigated the prison leadership’s background. Rodgie deliberately took a job as a secret assassin to support his family. However, in his third act as a hitman, he actually made a mistake that got him caught and sentenced to life in prison.

When we head down, I open the way to the pit and stroll in with the folks right behind me. I stand before Rodrigo, who is totally stripped and secured to a seat with thorn wire. He spits at my feet before saying, "Did you partake in my little amusement party last night?" "Of course I did. I also really enjoyed the way me and a few of my guys killed everyone you sent for that mini-party at my club. Those sorry ass excuse for gangsters lacked the ability to hit their objective." I tell him with a grin. His jaw grips. "What? Nothing to say? You know.. you fucked up big time when you pulled that good for nothing stunt attempting to take my weapons from me. You bombed incidentally.

That was all in the past, and I should only be looking toward the present, but before that, there was still some unfinished business. First, we needed to properly trial and condemn Roger after everything he did to Denali and all those other women and children who lived day in and day out waiting for their execution. Who knew that bastard had such a dark heart, and my mate... My mate had to live with that fucker and his scheming wife for so long. Growling, I try to contain the rage that begins to boil hot within me as memories of our return from Italy hit like a ton of bricks, and with it the images of Roger’s contorted face as he finally showed his true colors.

With that, he left without another word. When Rodger got back to his suite, he sat for a while to think about his plan. He had to get this right, because he would only get one shot at it. Since Mr. Green had never seen him before, Rodger thought that he could get away with posing as a real estate agent, and try to lure Mr. Green into a trap. His thought was to arrange a meeting to see a particular piece of property that Mr. Green was interested in, and then dispose of him there and then. No one would be the wiser, and he would leave the country that same day. His only problem at that time was how to get hold of a hand gun. His plan called for Mr. Green to die by gun fire. He wanted it to loo