Gol D Roger Execution Novels & Stories

asked Roger. “Do you know about King… something?” asked Rose. “King?” asked Roger. “Yeah, everyone called him devil boss,” replied Rose. “Oh no! Are you talking about Kingsley Aguilar?” “Yes, him!” said Rose. Her breath grew shaky. “What… what did he do?” Roger gritted his teeth. “No one is allowed to touch you! I will kill him! I will kill him. What did he do?”

Then I pull my gun out from his mouth. "M-my name is R-roger" He said with a shaky voice. After that my men tie Roger up and throw him in the car. After that we drive back to our base. We put Roger and his brother two rooms. Only a thick bulletproof glass is separating their room. His brother already passed out and now slumped down on his chair where he is tied up. Roger is tied up with chains on the wall. He is also almost verge of passing out. One of our me is throwing cold water on his face to keep him awake. "We are not going to find his home at this rate. Let's wait for few hour and then came back again. Are all the men of his who were present at that scene are dead?" I ask Louise .

Roger said that was going to be the best time to subdue the guards. I waited close to the cell doors. I am so close to getting out of here, I can taste it. I want a shower, food, and a woman to bury myself in and get my frustrations out on. In another hour, Roger said is when he will enter with four other rogues. He will subdue and throw the guards in a cell. He said he wants them embarrassed and the council to understand we are smarter. I thought it was hilarious and supported it a hundred percent. They threw me in here, so they can go fuck themselves.

one of the gangsters asked. "I want you to burn down both the detention center and the prison," Mr. Roger said. "I want them to feel the same pain that I'm feeling right now." The gangsters nodded in agreement. They were in desperate need of money, and this was a task that they were more than willing to take on. They promised to carry out the job without hesitation. A few weeks later, Mr. Roger received word that the mission had been successful. Both the detention center and the prison had been burnt to the ground, and many of the police officers and guards had been killed.

With the intention to make a strong exit, the men extended their arms to push away Rogers and his men. But before Den and the rest of the men could touch their adversaries, Rogers group had already pulled the triggers without any hesitation. A sound of guns echoed through the entire club. Den and other subordinates were shot dead. Light flashef, blood splattered everywhere in the room specially in the floor. Wendell Hunt gastly pale at that very moment, the hot actress, who had witness the bloody scene scream in horror. Rogers look towards the pretty lady and put his finger on his lips, an indication for her to keep quiet. "Pretty lady you didn't see anything here today, ok?" He said and win

I could only plead, "Please, let's give up, okay? I'll leave. I will follow no one. I'll leave! I'll never appear again. I want both of you to live." I couldn't accept the death of them... "Let's start our game." Patrick looked at Roger. Both of them looked at Roger. No one was looking at me at all. Roger placed a bullet into the gun in front of everyone and then turned it around casually. He said, "I think we can make this game more interesting." As he spoke, he walked over to me. Patrick immediately got nervous. "What are you doing! Don't hurt her!" I also looked at Roger and didn't know what he was going to do.

He says out loud before starting the car and driving off. ~~~ "Move it!" Nico yells at one of Roger's men as he points a gun to his head. The man reluctantly walks into Roger's sitting room with his hands up in surrender. Gianna follows Behind shortly. "What the fuck going on here?" Roger stands up, "You put that gun down this instant, no one points gun at my men!" He says with so much authority but Nico doesn't comply. "You were supposed to take care of Rudy! We had a deal" Nico yells.

But Michael wasn’t easy to break. And I would tear this city apart to get him back. This wasn’t just Operation Bloodline. This was my redemption. And Rodger? Rodger was already dead. He just didn’t know it yet.

And then, with what little strength he had, he spat straight into Rogers’ face and his smile vanished. Rogers wiped the blood and saliva off, then backhanded Myles so hard that the chair legs scraped the concrete floor. He turned toward the four men behind him. “Keep him alive, but make him wish he wasn’t,” he said coldly. “When I give the signal, finish him. This game is almost over and no one will stand in my way.” And with that, Rogers drove the knife down, straight through Myles’ foot. The young man let out a raw, guttural scream.

Roger said, reaching him and putting his hand on Kendrick’s shoulder. “Good. You just need to talk sometimes. I know that’s tough for you.” Kendrick said to him with a smile. “I’m sorry brother.” Roger said softly, stepping into him for a hug. Kendrick went to hug him back but at the last minute Roger grabbed Kendrick’s neck and with one swift motion jerked his head to the side. A loud bone snapping crack radiated around them. In that one quick minute Roger snapped his neck. Kendrick didn't even have a chance to fight back. Roger let go of Kendrick and Kendrick’s body hit the cold hard ground, the sound bouncing off the walls of the alley.