Johnny Guns Novels & Stories

He observed. “What do you want?” Billy grip the edge of the table in conflict about either leaving or attacking the man. “What you were looking for down in the alley, wrong weapon.” Johnny carefully said. “What are you talking about?” Billy instantly on edge. “You know when people think you are a nobody, that’s the moments when you hear and see so much more. Why do you need a gun? Aren’t you out of jail recently?” “What do you know about me?” “Plenty…” Johnny said straightforward. “Something changed somehow.”

He smiled through a bloody and beaten face, what a fucking waste of time. "I-i have it- I swear! Please-" "You said that last time, John." I shed my coat and hand it to Claudio. Johnny struggles in his chair spitting out excuses as I hold my hand out to Axe. "I-i have some, not all b-but I'll get it. I swear!" His eyes dart around the room, looking anywhere but me. "You were caught trying to leave town, you haven't paid me in a month and I've given you plenty of time Johnny." A gun is placed in my hand, cocking it, I point it at his unconscious friend and pull the trigger.

I took out my gun thinking the Marbles have come for me and slowly walked towards the living room when I saw Johnny skimming through the envelopes. “Who’s there?” I asked innocently. I saw how his eyes squinted towards me and slowly waved his hand in front of my face testing my vision and reflex. I pretended to sniff his scent and let out a smile. “Officer Johnny, why did you come back?” I asked sitting on the couch. I just wish my gun will not accidentally set off on my back, otherwise it’s a tragedy I won’t be able to handle. “I realized you don’t have a phone so I brought you one. You can give instructions using your voice. Only my number is saved here so if you need to call me just say ‘

I said as I got in the cab of Johnny's truck, we were taking his big rig because of how many cases of ammo that was supposed to be exchanging hands, but they wouldn't be, that ammo was ours now. "Shut up, dude!" He shouted as we got on I-35 westbound, I pulled up my beanie and sunglasses and told Johnny I was gonna get some rest, to which he said he'd wake me up when we get to El Paso. I fell asleep in the cab and woke up in my plane of hell, Jack sitting there using souls in the pit as target practice. "Having fun there?" I said as I grabbed a drink from our mini-fridge and threw a beer at his head, he caught it and set down his gun to drink.

He brought out his handgun, cocking it. "Fuxk men. When last did I engage in a gun battle." Lionel shouted, raising his voice above the gunshots and laughed. Jenny smiled in response from the opposite side where she laid and hid. She pulled her Red gown up, and pulled out her gun from its holster. She cocked it too.. ",I got just one clip ..u?" Lionel asked, rolling to the ground and shot a gunmen on the knee, causing the latter to fall on his knees, before finishing him off with a headshot.

I gasped and stepped back gingerly pulling my knife from my side. Johnny was the renowned alley bully king, he got whatever he wanted, when he wanted it, mostly with force or coercion, he also had crew members who do dirty work for him. He had been arrested a couple of times, but since he escaped from juvie last year, police had been on his tail, but this juvenile was a hard target, and recently he had gone dark, hiding here in the dark alley of the Narrows. I'm sure Johnny would recognize me, but I was wearing my hoodie, and besides he didn't seem ready to let me leave here in one piece, I mean that literally, because it's what he does to people, break 'em and take their stuff.

Johnny pointed a gun at Lorenzo, while Ciro and Stefano had guns at the other two. “Johnny, if you shoot us, Alessia dies," Matteo said, smirking at his son as he held a gun toward me. Johnny's jaw clenched as he looked at his father. I could tell he was thinking of something to get me out of death's way. "Well, it's only the three of you left; if I were you, I would think carefully about my next move." As soon as Johnny said it, a loud gunshot rang through my ears, followed by Matteo's loud scream. He fell to the floor, making Lorenzo and Mikhas more aware, but Johnny took this opportunity to shoot Mikhas as well.

“Move! Now. Stay down.” The son of a bitch who’d taken Johnny’s round square in the chest staggered towards them, taking aim at Lizzy for a second time. Fucker wore a bulletproof vest. Johnny calmly squeezed the trigger, hitting him between the eyes. He then swiveled, eliminating a second target as Slater took out two militants before coldly cleaning up the rest. Mandla’s men lay down suppressive fire and Johnny hustled Lizzy out the back door. ***

But even as she said it, Johnny was on his way over. “Hi, girls. Can I buy you a drink?” “In your dreams.” Jenny blew the cigarette smoke in his face. “I heard second-hand smoke can kill you.” “I never inhale.” Johnny took her cigarette, inhaled, blew a large smoke- ring, then handed it back to her and sat down next to Gayle. “I don’t believe you were invited.” Jenny said.

John and Johnny's footsteps echoed up the stairs to the second floor, and David diverted his eyes just in time for me to punch him in the head, knocking him out. I ran upstairs behind the others, loading bullets into my guns as I made my way to the empty kitchen, “Come on out boys” I shouted “How much is daddy paying you?” “ Twelve a hundred thousand dollars and the title of mafia king, can you top that?” I watched as they slowly walked towards the exit, their shadows reflecting off the refrigerator, as the door ajar open I fired, hitting them both. John got hit in the head and Johnny in the chest. I dropped my guns and walked behind him, watching as he crawled away on his hands and knees, b