I Would Take A Bullet For You Novels & Stories

He's still family, he took us in when others rejected us. "Do it! Or it's going to be you taking the bullet" He emphasized and I flinched, shutting my eyes closed. I pulled the trigger, and a gunshot echoed.

He asked, and I smiled. “Because now I do have someone that I would be willing to take a bullet for. If it makes you feel any better to know, it is your son, and I would be more than willing to die for him if I need to.” I said, looking the man in the eye. He raised an eyebrow before pulling his gun out of his holster, and pointing it at me, more specifically, tapping my head with it twice, making my eyes widen in surprise.

His chest rose and fell violently as he sobbed into his hands. "He didn’t deserve this," he whispered. "He didn’t deserve any of this. He was light. He was..he is everything good that ever touched me." He pressed his palms to his forehead like he could rip the grief out by force. "I should’ve died, not him. He took that bullet for me." A violent sob tore through his throat. "I’ll burn the whole fucking world to the ground if you take him from me. I swear to you, God or no God, I’ll become worse than anything this world has ever seen."

“I, for one, would like to live.” “So, then why are you mad about me wanting to take a bullet for you?” I asked. “It’s the principle of the thing,” she sniffed. Then she gave in with a sigh. “Okay, it was kind of heroic.” “Thank you,” I replied. “I thought so, too.” “Don’t get a big head about it. It was only kind of heroic.” But her mischievous smile belied her words. I grinned back. “Well, Hoot’s decided I can take all your bullets for you, so I suppose we won’t be arguing in the future?”

Barely 100 pounds. But don't mistake me. I can and will smash your brains in. Just test me. I have enough muscle to do just that. "It's really good to see you all," I say genuinely. I mean it. These are some of the only people I would be willing to take a bullet for. Or lay my life down for. "You too," says everybody. They look at me with the love of brothers and sisters. Ves grabs my hand and leads me over to a table where we take a seat.

I will bite the bullet. For them, I will sacrifice anything.

As I watched the building fall apart before my eyes and I knew I would never be able to forgive myself for this day, the day I lost her before I could even get her back. "She took that bullet so you could live and you want to throw that away? You would destroy the whole aim of taking a bullet for you if you still end up dead, don't you get it" He tried to reason with me. I know he is right but it doesn't make it hurt any less, she did something for that I didn't deserve. "But I didn't ask her to, she shouldn't have"

The air thickened. His brows lifted. "Say that again." I swallowed hard. "I didn't ask for this. I didn't beg to be dragged into some rich boy mafia fantasy. You act like I owe you everything when I never asked to be here." His steps toward me were slow and terrifying. "And yet," he said softly, "you took the bullet for me. You show up every time I call. You throw yourself into the fire, even if you hate the heat." I flinched. "That was survival. That wasn't about you."

Then he said: “You know that I wanted it to be me to do it, right? I’ve pulled triggers before, baby, I’ve taken the lives of scumbag losers before. I can handle the fall-out to my soul, I know that, and I’d be happy to take it for you to have that piece of garbage out of your life forever. And I’m still happy to have everyone think that it was me who shot his fucking head off. The guys would never, ever hold it against me.” “Would they hold it against me?”

“Have you no shame? After all, you have done, the least you could do is let us go. “ Jonathan laughed loudly at my statement and shook his head. “Can’t you see? I have done all this for you. Who will take over when I’m gone? I am not getting any younger, Brie. Now you have a new life in Italy all because of that man. Come back to the United States. “ “Over my dead body! “ I screamed. Jonathan only smiled and lifted his gun. “If he has to die for that to happen then so be it. I should have killed him a long time ago. “ Just then two guns went off. Do you know when people ask why you would take a bullet for someone instead of just pushing them out of the way? Well, I did the opposite.