Gun Atthaphan Brother Win Novels & Stories

I say to the lady who is scantily dressed in a barely there leather coat which barely covers her butt. She hurries towards the door, fear and terror evident in her wide eyes. I wish I could say I feel pity for her but I do not. Anyone who would pair with my brother is nothing more than the scum of the earth. “Now, Now, brother, that is not how you say thank you after— aaarrrrgggggggggghhhhhh.” He screams, cutting short his earlier statement as I pull the trigger of my gun, shooting him in the leg.

His right hand pulled the gun from behind and hooked it up. “Dude, find out everything first before you make something you might regret in the end,” Ali reminded again. When Gunner saw his twin brother’s face outside his unit, he began to worry. But he knew it would happen, so he didn’t hesitate to open the door. His hunch was correct when his brother pointed the gun at his forehead and shouted at him. “Damn it! So, you’re the traitor in the group, huh!” he shouted and pressed the gun into his forehead.

And froze. The man wasn’t moving. He was staring past her. Eyes wide. Anais turned slowly. Leon. Standing in the doorway. A gun in his hand. “You always did have a thing for drama,” Leon said to the man. Cassian’s brother smirked. “Still picking sides, Carter?” “I don’t pick,” Leon said. “I eliminate the mess.” He pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot shattered the silence. Cassian’s brother stumbled back, hand clutching his side. Blood spilled fast. But the look on his face wasn’t fear.

Adrian had also been tasked with taking out Greg's brother Kevin, and he had approached the situation with a ruthlessness that left no room for error. “You, it’s you and I again.” Kevin laughed and before saying another word, Adrian pulled the triggers at both of his knees before pulling another at his forehead. In the end, it was Zane, Zach's younger brother, who delivered the killing blow to Greg. With a ferocity that belied his young age, Zane charged into the fray and took down Greg with a single bullet to the head. “I could have made you die a painful death but I wouldn’t want to waste my time.” He said.

I said raising an eyebrow “or is he too much of a coward to come and face his brother?” I looked at Arda’s reflection through the window. My little brother was holding a gun, pointing it at both Ivan and I. Noticing my expression, Ivan smirked and turned around, aiming for his hand which was holding the gun; shooting it, making Arda’s eyes widen as he wailed out in pain. I kept my eyes on Tatiana as I waited for her reaction, but the woman remained frozen.

His brother twisted me around, dragging me upright, the gun now pressed against my throat. Christian stopped dead in his tracks. The look in his eyes pure terror, pure love nearly undid me. “You always cared too much,” his brother hissed in his ear. “That’s your weakness.” “Don’t do this,” Christian said, voice low, dangerous. “You want me? Take me.” His brother smiled. “I plan to.” And then he pulled the trigger. A deafening click. Empty. I gasped. Christian lunged but his brother shoved me toward the glass wall with brutal force.

Brianna answered. Noah gets his silencer and connects it to his gun. He pointed the muzzle at the burly man’s head and pulled the trigger. “Unfortunately for them, I am not as soft as my brother.” His voice was cold as ice. His face doesn't show any emotions. Later, he pointed the muzzle at the other three and pulled the gun’s trigger again.

I gasped and he laughed again. "Antonio put the gun down!" Xaphan ordered when he saw that now I have become his target but he didn't listen. "Antonio put the fucking gun down" Xaphan roared with all his might and kicked his leg which dis balanced him and he fall on the road. This enraged his animal, he took a tight hold of his gun and aimed at me, Xaphan predicted his move and pushed me away. The bullet that was meant for me again hit Xaphan and this time on his left shoulder which was very close to his heart.

His eyes darted from the guns to Alessandro’s steady stare and deep down, he realized his brother had won this round. But he wasn’t done fighting. Not yet.

Before Bertha could get out of the car, through the glass window, she saw in the distance Fawn holding a gun pointed straight at Shane's head with an angry expression. "Oldest brother. What are you doing?" Bertha held the muzzle of the gun, her other hand pushed Shane behind her to protect him, she said smiling. “If you want to talk, you talk nicely. You shouldn't use guns." Fawn didn't move at all. Isobel also helps advise him. “Husband, put down the gun, be careful of hurting your sister.” Only then did Fawn take the gun back, his expression still extremely cold. Bertha quickly turned around to check on Shane's situation. “Did my brother hit you? Are you injured anywhere?”