Invincible Machine Gun Kelly Novels & Stories

Duncan said. Mark took a sip of his drink. "Think about it like this. You've got a nice rifle. You've had this rifle forever, and this rifle knows you. You know all the little grooves and worn spots on the gun. You know the sound it makes when it fires. You clean it, take care of it. You love this gun." "So Kelly is the gun?" "Yeah, but let me finish." "Please do," Duncan said, amused.

But Kelly, she wouldn't listen. She took the gun from Amy and held it to my head. She said she would shoot me if I didn't hurt Gerald for agreeing with me. She fired three rounds into the air to let me know she was telling the truth. I picked up that knife and dropped it to the ground. Instead, Amy and Tia hit Gerald with a large rock and knocked him out. Kelly stabbed Gerald in the chest five times while lying in his cold blood. I barely got away. I didn't bother to get my knife. I know it condemns me to prison. But I had to get away, to see you one last time before the KAT trio got away with it.

Wordlessly, he took me from Evans, handed him a gun and edged closer to the door. “I'm kinda envious right now. Your security is impressive Evans Scott, I didn't even last up to thirty minutes.” Evans just cocked his gun and pointed it at her in reply. What the fuck? What the fuck?! My free hand rested protectively on my stomach. “Evans, what is going on? Who is she?” “I'll like to find that out myself princess,” he replied, staring at Kelly. “What the fuck do you want and what did you do to Kelly?”

Alessio stayed right on my heels. We burst through the rear door into the alley. Kelly was sprinting toward a black SUV, engine already running. I fired—tire shot. The SUV fishtailed. Kelly spun, gun up. I tackled Alessio behind a dumpster just as bullets shredded the air where we’d been standing. Heart slamming, I rolled out, returned fire. Kelly grunted—hit in the shoulder—dropped his weapon. Enzo and the others converged. Kelly went down hard—zip-tied, cursing in Gaelic.

She smiles kissing my lips, "Alright we need to pack a few things and leave immediately" "Sure" One hour later we are ready, we stuff our luggage into the car trunk before driving off, right now we are on our way to Kelly's village to pick up some of her personal things I'm afraid this alley is always lonely and fell with thugs but this is the only way to get to her village "What are those?" Kelly pointed and I was shocked to see guys with guns "Shit!" I curse, "Who are they?" Kelly said looking terrified I wanted to make a U-turn but it was already late, one of them shot at our tires and they became flat instantly

I asked as I hugged Jean tightly in my arms. “You’ll find out later and I warn you not to ask too many questions. Samuel, I’m sorry I brought your wife and child. Enjoy your solitude from now on,” Kelly said. She laughed again slyly and her expression looked very scary. Sam, saved us! Kelly continued to drive through streets that were mostly unknown to me. An hour before, we had stopped at a gas station to refuel, but I still didn’t dare to ask anyone for help because she carried that gun wherever we went. And she also confiscated my cell phone and wallet.

And before he could speak again, something unexpected happened to him. With a swift movement, Kelly stood up and punched the man who spoke. The punch on the man's face was so strong that he passed out at that moment. The two remaining conscious men and Gunnar were surprised, as they had never expected Kelly to do that. Gunnar took out the gun from his pocket without thinking. As he pointed the gun at Kelly, she threw herself at him and knocked him down, before she snatched the gun from his hand. There was no time to lose, and because of this, Kelly stood up even though she was exhausted and hurt.

Amy did another one of her acrobatic backflips, kicking the Death Row Infantry-man’s machine gun into the air. While standing on one hand. She shot the soldier in his kneecaps while maintaining her single-hand handstand. Amy’s fighting skills surprised her. She couldn’t believe how flexible her body had become. It felt surreal to her. Amy wanted something more powerful than the 9mm P365XL pistol she was using. She grabbed the precision-guided machine gun she kicked out of the hands of the Infantry-man who died from being shot multiple times in his legs and upper torso. While picking the machine gun off the ground, Amy did a cartwheel, using her feet to kick a few Death Row Infantry-men acros

Placing deep cuts into their unarmored bodies, their blood spilled and their organs sprawled out on the dry gravel. Suddenly, bullets tore through the air, and we brought up our shields to defend ourselves against the raining bullets. I glared at the ground as the sound of swift metal clanged against my shield. I quickly glanced and saw Norman on top of a small hill, along with his army of men. Two of his men had machine guns in front of them, and I cursed in anger when I saw the size of the weapon. “Shit. Where did they get something like that?” Seeing that they showed no signs of stopping, I raised my gun and started firing at one of the men who operated the machine guns and shot him strai

“You stole from me and damaged what belongs to me almost costing me millions at stake” “I’m sorry.” He whispered. Sorry? Only weak men say sorry once consequences arrived. I picked up the gun from the table slowly and I hate weak men. His entire body stiffened. “Please…” I looked at him without emotion. Then I pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed violently through the warehouse. Silence followed immediately afterward. Kelly didn’t react and neither did I. I placed the gun back down calmly and wiped hands with a towel. “Send his body back to the Hiltons.”