Gol D Roger Execution Novels & Stories

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."

"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."

Roger seemed agitated. "Master, we could ensure that they hadn't left Hill city or else we will come to know about that." The assistant was scared to continue any further. "If you sense even a small moment let me know" Roger ordered. "Master, how do you know that they're actually alive?" The assistant was still not convinced that after such a huge fire that broke out in the house, they would still succeed in coming out alive. "That clip. I've seen the clip I got from the police. They both escaped." Roger punched the desk in front of him and shouted, "Go and keep searching for them. They have the thing that can bring me down in the blink of an eye."

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.

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.

This time I was the executioner and I was going to make sure he got what he deserved. “Ready?” I ask Denali when we reach our destination. “Ready.” She responds. “Let’s end this, shall we?” Sucking in a breath, she reaches out and pushes the door open so Roger, who sits alone, can be seen. As we enter, his eyes come to rest on us, and a look of amusement crosses his features. “Welcome, daughter.” He beams. “I’ve been expecting you. Have you come to finally end me?” Instead of responding, Denali pulls a pistol out of her pocket and presses the barrel between Roger’s eyes.