Gta 4 Roman's Death Novels & Stories

“Roman," The room suddenly became dead silent, and Sophia blinked her eyes to clear her hazy view. She wanted to see what was going on. She wanted to know. “Soph,” Roman’s voice came out pained. “He-this man. He killed them. He killed them –” His remaining words came out as a groan as a punch was thrown on his face.

Roman spoke up despite King Leonidas' warning. And his full attention turns to Roman. "No..." I grabbed his arms and he growled back at me. “I can’t let you go with him” Roman announced with fierce eyes and my horror grew. “Roman. There’s no…..” “What did you just say?” The king's deathly attention was focused on Roman. “Roman nooo..” “I won’t let you ta….” It happened so fast. One second he was standing and in the next his head was swiped cleanly off his body and his body crumpled to the ground.

Roman says. "From the looks of Reese break out the whiskey," I say to him. He reaches past the wine and grabs a bottle of Crown Royal from the wine cabinet. He sets it down on the table. He gets two glasses out of the cabinet and puts ice in both. He sits down next to me. "What happened? Where you in any danger? Is Benton dead?" I ask quickly. "Benton is dead, but I did not kill him, she did. He drained her of almost all of her blood from what i can make sense from her. He offered her a blood bag when she was almost dead. She took it then attacked him," Roman says.

Till he got to the spot where Liam killed the hunter. He paused looking around. Unbeknownst to him, Roman had placed guys everywhere, who were watching his every move. "Good night!" Roman whispered, aimed his rifle at his neck from behind a tree, and fired a tranquilizer dart straight to it. "Ah!" He groaned and gently pulled it out to stare at what had hit him. "What the f**k." His vision started becoming blurry, and his body parts became harder to move, as he staggered back and fell to the ground.

One of Roman's men came from behind with a wet tissue and gave it to Roman and Roman took it and began cleaning the blood from Victor's shoulder off his hand. “That's the thing. I don't need any information from you anymore. So basically what I mean is that your expiry date is around the corner. You have no use to me anymore” Roman said. “You are bluffing, you need me to tell you who assisted me in killing your father” Victor said there was fear and uncertainty evident in his eyes. “Actually I do not.” Roman said. “Well, do whatever you want, I am not afraid of death and I don't fear death. You can only kill me once” Victor said.

The driver's side door flung open immediately, and Roman stepped out onto the stones, his massive frame unfolding from the vehicle like a force of nature. He took one look at me standing there shirtless, covered in a light sheen of sweat and another man's blood, then looked down at Graham's weeping, bleeding form sprawled beneath me. He didn't even blink. His expression remained neutral… he'd seen worse, done worse, and we both knew it. He just removed the unlit cigarette from his mouth and tucked it behind his ear with casual efficiency. "Well," Roman said, his voice a dry, gravelly bark as he walked over, his heavy leather boots clicking against the stones in a steady rhythm, "looks like t

I don’t know why, but something is rotten in my gut and it’s never wrong. We storm through the building, Roddy’s being the last room at the end of the long ass hallway. The door is locked and Grouch sticks his ear to it, then backs up and kicks it open. The immediate stench of death I know all too well hits my nose and I can’t believe nobody has noticed it. It’s at least fifteen doors from mine. Missile and Grouch storm in, but I can already see the lifeless body of Ryan “Roddy” Grimes on the bed. I step in the room and see a needle sticking right out of his fucking arm. His skin is already discolored, he’s been dead a couple days. And nobody even realized it. Some brotherhood we are.

"Since when do we care about the law? Give the order, Dante. We have a team on standby. We can hit the manor tonight. We can get them out before he even unpacks her bags." I stared at the screen. I watched Mateo wrap his arms around Isabella. I watched her lean into him. It was subtle, probably forced, but she leaned. "Stand down.” I commanded. "Dante…" "I said stand down!" The volume of my voice didn't rise but the warning was there. Romeo stopped pacing. He looked at me and he saw the void in my eyes. He saw that there was no brother left to argue with. "You are dead.” Romeo whispered, shaking his head. "You are walking around, breathing, signing papers... but you are dead, fratello. He ki

"Marcus?" Grey shrugged, but there was nothing casual about the way he pulled one strap of his backpack over his shoulder. I looked toward the parking lot. Marcus was trying to close his car door without knocking the crate sideways. Nothing about the scene made sense. Marcus had spent the afternoon carrying plastic fruit and complaining about his sister. Ten minutes ago he'd discovered somebody had put Romeo's dagger in the box labelled FOOD and acted personally betrayed by it. I'd eaten the crackers he'd bought me, he'd loosened my water bottle, and that had been the extent of our great romance.

Neither option was ideal, but she had to choose quick enough. "Fine," she said, setting her glass down and facing him directly while maintaining eye contact. "You're right. I'm Alessa Romano. But if you think I'm going to apologize for trying to kill you, you're sorely mistaken." She said without realizing she actually sounded scared.