Hit Me Hit Me Hit Me Joker Novels & Stories

Dominic asked. "That's what I'm working on." Marco's jaw shifted. "Whoever it was knew exactly what they were doing. No cameras caught anything useful. No witnesses. Clean." He said the last word with a specific weight the weight of a man who had been in this business long enough to know that clean meant professional. "Too clean for a rival hit." Dominic closed the folder. "What are you saying?"

Pissed Jim is scary. “God Jim you are so…..” and the treat was very much real. Before he can complete the sentence, a bulky punch collided with his cheek making his face jerk really hard. “Now you’ll understand.” Jim jerked his own hand up and down because it hit harder than he thought. “Bitch that hurts.” Jonathan slowly tapped his cheek as a pressure will hurt. “It should, so you learn your lesson.” Jim took the seat. “I’ll fucking kill you.” Jonathan stood up from chair but halted.

I said as I grab the gun from my thighs and I immediately shot the first one straight at his head. Joker then threw me my katana that I had him prepared a while ago and without any hesitations, I sliced the second guy’s body into half. Then I pierced my katana straight at the heart off their one and I did all the things that I am able to do to make all of those people that Joker and the others gathered to die and to make their blood flow on the floor. * It took me about ten minutes to finish everyone of them. Joker then handed me a towel and I immediately wiped the blood from my hands. After doing so, I snapped my fingers and automatically my henchmen went to the middle once again and they s

I walked deeper, the sound of my boots echoing with every step. There was a single table at the center with a folded sheet of paper sitting on it. I froze for a moment before reaching out and grabbing it. The hitman stood by the door, his eyes scanning the corners. The letter was short. WRONG. SHE’S NOT HERE, TRY AGAIN LOVERBOY. I crushed the paper in my hand and threw it across the room. “Fuck!” My voice bounced off the walls. I slammed my hand against the table until the wood cracked. “Motherfuckers think I’m a joke.”

I’m sorry to see the kiss end, but I understand him pulling away, it did feel a little weird and we really don’t have time for this at the moment. Lifting the bat, I tuck all of my feelings for Jace into a little box reserved for both him and Ella, and I put my game face on. I swing down and hit him in his side, watching out for his vital organs. I don’t want to do serious internal damage to him, so I calculate each swing before making contact with him. It’s when I hit his face that I almost falter. I know it needs to look real, though, “Last one Lil’ D. I will see you when you wake up.” I swing and he drops to the floor, completely out cold.

She was so damn cute. "That's what I would like to know! Blade and I got up and Breaker wasn't on the couch. We thought he left but then we saw his clothes and shoes still in the living room. Now I find him half naked with you in here! Did he hurt you? Are you okay? I swear to God, I'm gonna kill him!" Joker ended up shouting at the end as he refocused his gaze on me. I put my hands up at him, "I swear nothing happened. I would NEVER harm her!" I pleaded.

“It was a mistake… Jace came on to me at the—” Before I can finish, Damien grabs Jace by the collar, rage overtaking his face. “You son of a bitch!” he roars, pulling Jace closer and slamming his fist into his face. The sound of the impact is sickening, a harsh crack that echoes through the kitchen. Jace stumbles back, crashing to the floor, clutching his jaw. “Damien! No!” I shout, but it’s useless.

The latter was even ignoring her most of the time. She just complied to the instructions provided by Calliope. She can't even refuse Zarek's assistance because he's the fighter of the team. Heinz is the tech, Logan is the sniper, Van is the doctor, and her–the thief. Although all of them can fight, but Zarek is still the deadliest among all of them. Raven was the only one who dares to snap at Zarek. She even dares to hate him. Her thoughts were cut off when her phone rang. She didn't even get to answer it because it was ended within seconds.

Slam turned towards me and smirked a malicious smile. I fought back a shudder as his fist slammed me in the face. I stumbled backward and fell on my butt. He charged at me, and I jumped up only to have him take me down again. He was on top of me. He lifted his fist to hit me, but I got an idea. They said there were no rules…

"Yeah, well, I don't." Ten years of my life, gone. I gave everything. And all I got was betrayal wrapped up in his perfect little compromise. Why should I swallow that? Why make life easier for him—or that sad little widow? The call ended. The tears burned at the edge, but I forced them down.