Guns And Ships Lyrics Novels & Stories

Leo's brow twitched as her hand brushed his shoulder. He pulled his gun and pressed it to her forehead. "One more word against our principessa, and I'll blow your damn head off. You and your precious brother are both dying today." Jella froze. Shaking. The muzzle dug in. "Zeke!" she shrieked. "Are you seriously just gonna stand there?!" But Zeke didn't move. He just stared at the gun in Leo's hand—silver, engraved. An eagle on the grip. The Accardi crest.

But victory costs a breath And the gun fires at point blank range. As the shot echoes through the desert Only one truth remains Someone is not walking away.

With gold-colour guns. Then, more of them began appearing. Some on bikes. Some in cars. Some on a ship in the water. Some on horses. And they all, wore suits—black undershirt and all. Hats. Heels and dress-shoes. It's like an organized sort of shit around the sea. It didn't take long. Their shootings overshadowed the shots coming from the Serpents of Valhalla. They killed off entry single Serpent standing. Every fuckin body.

One of the men at the table stood immediately, stepping forward to place a contract in front of Vincenzo. “This is the contract for the distribution of 245 guns and 150 suits of armor. Once it’s signed, my men and I will produce the weapons and ship them here from Europe,” Mr. Gino said. Vincenzo’s gaze dropped to the contract. He flipped through the pages, eyes scanning the contents but barely reading a word. “When will they be ready?” Vincenzo asked without looking up. Mr. Gino blinked, momentarily confused. “What?” “I said, when will the guns and armors be ready?” Vincenzo repeated, finally lifting his gaze to meet Mr. Gino’s.