Novel & Cerita It Wasn't Me It Was The One Armed Man

Tonight was mine. We wandered further and came across a rowdy group clustered around barrels, shouting over some kind of game. Zelda tugged my arm. “Babe, no. Let’s go another way.” “Wait.” I narrowed my eyes. “They’re arm wrestling.” She groaned “Brie. Don’t you dare—” “Excuse me!” I called out, stepping forward. The men turned. Their eyebrows lifted as they looked me up and down. Smirks spread across their faces.

The damp air wafting out of the room hit me with a rotten smell. “Please, please.” The tears came in earnest now, my fingers shaking with fright. I didn’t want to enter. The darkness looked like a gaping jaw of uncertainty. I felt large hands against my back, about to push me inside, when the voice came. “Ey, malditos perros!” (Yo, dogs!) I felt the three men flinch behind me. I looked to the side to see a tall, lean man approaching. He wore an armless jacket, a large cigar pinched between his fingers. The exposed top half of his chest sported an ugly, botched tattoo of the word ‘Primo.’ Not comforting in the slightest.

I groaned, but I was smiling. He clutched his chest, pure drama. "Terrible? I'm a comedy god—I know, everyone knows, you should know too,but don't worry, you'll see." He worked furiously on his phone, and my phone buzzed—Snapchat, JoséTheMan had followed me. A second later, a silly selfie flashed: Sup, nerd? on it. I rolled my eyes, adding him back, snapping a photo of me rolling my eyes with Lame scribbled across it, and the one of himself that I took while he was closing around. He viewed the first instantly, but not the second.

Everything was gone in the blink of an eye, as if none of it had ever been real. Every sweet moment, every promise, every shared laugh… It all flickered by, too vivid to forget, and too painful to hold. “You act so strong and confident, now you’re crying pathetically?” The familiar voice snapped me back. I instantly looked up, blinking through tears, and there was Rowan, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. His necktie was hanging loose and sloppy, his sleeves shoved up, revealing that snake tattoo winding over his forearm. His whole posture was casual, almost mocking.

However, even as the formless projectiles shot out, all they did was cut down more trees as Frank dodged everything. "Shame… those with only one arm like you must never let their opponents get close!" Frank had suddenly appeared behind One-Armed Dutton, and before One-Armed Dutton realized it, he felt a searing pain in his left shoulder. When he looked down, he saw that Frank had ripped his entire arm off! "Y-You madman!" One-Armed Dutton had been completely reliant on his single arm. But now that it was gone, he tried to kick Frank in rage, only to wobble unsteadily and fall over.

That made him feel like his ego had been hit hard. “F*ck! Lucy, come back here!” Jane protested, "Just leave her alone." Peter followed me outside and was about to hurt me when a strong hand stopped him. Jane gasped in disbelief as she recognized the man. I slowly turned my head to the man behind me and it was really Arman. I gulped hardly as I noticed he was still tightly holding Peter’s arm. “Mr. Romano…” I whispered under my breath and his cold eyes stared at me.

The sound echoed through the warehouse and both men freeze. Aretha blinks at me. “We could’ve done that the whole time?” “Obviously.” I stand, rolling my shoulders. “You were—” Second Man stumbles backward. “You were playing along.” “Of course I was playing along,” I said, stretching my wrists. “You were talking and I needed information.” The first man drops his weapon—an embarrassingly small baton. “I don’t want trouble,” he squeaks. “You already have trouble,” I said pleasantly. “You just don’t know what kind yet.”

"You have families huh....." He lowered the gun, "Don't worry, I don't plan to kill any of you tonight. Your families still need your stupid presence. But you will all do something for me...." The men exhaled in relief, their bodies sagging as the immediate threat passed. Armando turned to Willams. "Prepare the camera." Williams immediately did as he was told and Armando looked at every single one of them before he ordered them to strip. EPISODE FIFTY THIRD PERSON POV

I love this man. “Ready?” he whispered. “Oh yeah.” I grinned. “Bring it.” I gestured with my empty hand for someone to come forward. They were at least smart enough to rush us at the same time. They have the numbers. I don’t know what weapons they have, but they don’t know we’re armed either. Deciding to thin their numbers, I brought up my right arm and got off two rounds.

"You didn't tell me that you were about to be murdered." "Lucres if anyone should be hunted down and killed, it's you. Got that?" Armani vented. "So let's play." He laughed cynically. His men were positioned behind him for safety. We were totally outnumbered, all I had was Armani and the driver then there was me whose Martial art skills were just developing and I was in a stupid ball gown tonight. All I could handle were shot guns in addition to my dagger which was strapped to my thighs underneath the goddamn dress.