Novel & Cerita Jack Reacher Killing Floor

Cold marble, floor-to-ceiling glass, a city spread out below like it’s begging to be conquered. The door closed behind us. That was when it hit me. My hands started to shake. I curled my fingers into my palms, nails biting skin, grounding myself. He noticed. Of course he does. “Say it,” he said without turning around. “What.” “You’ve been staring at me like you’re trying to peel my skin off,” he replied calmly. “Say it.” My throat tightened. “Why did you do that?” He turned slowly. “Do what.” “You killed him,” I snapped. “Don’t play dumb.”

Everything is clean, just like him. I shake my head, walking into the bathroom, ready for a shower and sleep. I can’t let his choices and his mood interfere with my life. I can’t let anything like that dictate how I live my life. I have been distracted and not doing the job I set myself to do when I moved to New York, and that is something I need to do. I need to find the guy that killed my mother. The Reaper. No one really knows a lot about him, no one has ever seen his face and the people who probably have are way too deep in his life and in his trust, they would never speak, they would never betray him, fuck no one betrays him and stays alive to tell the tale.

Jes went down to the ground floor actually about to get drinking water. Her throat was dry, drinking supply in the bed room was running out. Jes's face was still pale and nervous from meeting Adam earlier. She looked around to find the kitchen. Jes is still unfamiliar with the mansion with three floors. Someone tapped Jes on the shoulder from behind. Jes jumped in shock, her face even paler. Jes didn't dare look back yet. The heart was pounding. She was afraid that it would be Adam who tapped her on the shoulder.

The world of salt and rust vanished. Kael felt a sickening drop, like falling from a great height, until he slammed into a glass floor. He opened his eyes and found himself in the middle of a twisted, dream-like version of the Lunar Pack House. The walls were made of moonlight, and the floor flowed like a river of violet ink. Beside him stood Elara, her form flickering between the tough woman she was now and the soft-eyed healer she had been five years ago. The Rescue of the Lost

"Don't let his filth touch my floors again." "Yes, Alpha!" the guards answered in unison, dragging the wailing Lucas toward the revolving doors and out into the cold winter night. All that awaited him now was a long, slow, and lonely death. I walked out the main entrance, and Damon held the door of his supercar open for me. "So, does this mean I passed the test?" he murmured in my ear, a playful glint in his eyes. I slid into the plush leather seat and looked out at the glittering city, at the full moon hanging high in the sky.

RABIYA The moment I received the command coming from Travis Exposito himself, Janvic and I decided to take our actions right away. So, without letting another at least split of a second to pass, we began walking across the lobby of the second floor and into the stairways that led us to the third floor. It was an exhausting and severely energy-draining activity, but we had no choice but to move as fast as we can. To be honest, we already forgot that we were supposed to be careful because as what Travis and Philip had said, the killer might appear us along the way. None of us knew that he or she had weapons, but at least, at some point until we reached the fifth floor in at most twenty minutes

And Gage hoped like hell his friend and Khalia found a way. With a nod he turned to Ellis and Dunphy. “Grab your weapons and med kits. We’ll get in position and each take an exit so we’re ready for them when they come out.” Up on the fifth floor Hunter burst through the hotel room’s door into the hallway— And crawled straight into hell. Through the artificial darkness cast by the choking smoke he could just make out the orange glow of flames at the end of the hallway to the left. The sights, sounds and smells instantly transported him back to that burning ministry building in Quetta.

I knew these men would suffer from what they put me through and I was ready to deliver my judgment on them. I increased my pace and an unfortunate man launched an attack toward me. Using the tip of the SAG I wielded on me, I hit him on the head and pumped five bullet shots to his head. Jared in his own right was impressive in his attack, dodging and shooting as he made his way forward and cleared whatever was in his way. We had successfully cleared the ground floor and made our way to the first floor. The building had three floors and I could tell Laura was on the second floor.

Jack whispered. Darcy ignored him. "Let me explain how tonight goes. You "two—"he waved the gun in their direction"—are "getting erased. Clerk downstairs too. My boys will relocate the corpses. You'll be found in the lobby, Jack, killed by Kelvin's gun. Kelvin will be on the stairs, shot with yours. Clerk's just collateral cleanup." Jack slowly exhaled. “It… could work.” “It will work.” Darcy gave a thin grin. “Chase’s murder gets pinned on Kelvin. That's how things are organized."