Johnny Guns Novels & Stories

I opened my eyes slowly to meet Jack's intense gaze, Johnny was somewhere in the background pacing like his life depended on it. “A gun…” I whispered with wide eyes, loud enough for Johnny to hear. "They had guns pointed at my face.” I leaned forward. He gritted his teeth and looked towards Johnny's direction. The man had stopped pacing and his eyes were wild. "I told you we couldn't trust her!” Jack shouted, jumping to his feet. "Shut the fuck up! Don't think I didn't know you were shagging her behind me!” He barked, standing so close to Jack that I thought he would punch him or something.

Would he really let me hide in there? “Serena, I need you to stay here.” Johnny held both of my hands. “A-alone?” I stuttered. A few minutes ago he told me he’d stay with me. “Yes, no one will find you here,” Johnny smiled, but his eyes said otherwise. We were suddenly met with a sound of a big explosion, followed by a lot of commotion. I tightened my grip around my stomach and looked back at Johnny. He pulled out his gun and looked from me to the end of the hallway as he took a deep breath.

Jericho muttered, amusement lacing his words, "who would have thought." "Game's over little one, time to come out." "Only if you promise not to shoot me," I yelled back, keeping my gun aimed just in case. "Fine," Gunnar threw his gun to the floor, doing the same with Jericho and Ace's guns. "I don't agree with this," Ace grumbled. "Don't be a sore loser," Jericho chastised. I wasn't like Ace. I didn't trust myself not to break my skull if I just leaped off this branch like Catwoman. Scaling down the tree-like any sane person would, I happily skipped my way over to them and tossed my gun down with theirs.

“SHUT YER FUCKIN MOUTH!” John stood and the truck’s bed shivered. Connor stared down at John’s combat boots, the ones he’d gotten from Dad . . . before he’d died. “C’mon, Johnny,” Brian sneered. “He don’t know no better.” Silence. Nothing but John’s breath, until: “Yeah. Fuck it. ‘Sides . . . I know how he can make up for it.” Something metallic clicked. Connor looked up and instantly wished he hadn’t. Brian and John towered above him, their eyes shining, John holding a gun he must’ve pulled out from under his belt. A Berretta 92.

“Step out of the vehicle with your hands where we can see them.” “What the—?” Johnny froze. Lately, he couldn’t get the guilt of his past deeds behind him, but what else had he done to be stopped by the police? The door swung open. One of the plainclothes officers stepped back and drew his gun. “Whoa! Alright… alright. We good,” Johnny said as he stepped out, hands up, trying to play it cool. “You’re under arrest for administering drugs and aiding in the distribution of unauthorized content,” one officer said as they cuffed him.

sank onto the mattress, swallowing hard, his gaze fixed on me. "You know, Jonny, tracking you down was a real pain in my ass," I said, rolling the knife between my fingers. "Three damn months to finally nail your location. That’s a hell of a lot of time for me to stew over the fact that you thought you could rip me off." His mouth opened, but I held up a hand. "Save it. You know what I want—my goods, or their worth. Three billion. Those weren’t just guns, you fucking moron. We’re talking custom, high-tech surveillance, encrypted systems. Artifacts that don’t even hit the black market. You didn’t just swipe some merchandise; you stole things people would kill to own." His face drained

he asked. “Yes,” Anne whispered lazily. “Do you agree to the limits of this agreement?” He asked again. “Yes,” Anne said. “I have no other choice.” Johnny sighed heavily and his eyes briefly met Sloan's. She shook her head, letting him know how much she hated what was going on. Johnny hated it, too, but his hands were tied in the matter. “The U.S. Government gave her everything she asked for, except to return her S&W Model 29 pistol that was confiscated when she was just arrested,” Johnny said.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Even though the light was dim, she still saw the flash in Johnny’s eyes. The same flash that signaled that he was no longer interested in playing nice. Stepping closer, he grabbed the gun’s barrel so quickly that Rose gasped. Dropping his cigarette, he used his free hand to break her grip with a swift slice of his hand on her wrist. Before she knew it, she was disarmed, her gun tossed onto the trail, Johnny’s arms wrapped around her in a grip like a boa constrictor and his forearm pushing against her throat.

And now, here they were. “Shit.” “Johnny. Watch your mouth.” She glanced over her shoulder into the backseat. “What’s wrong?” The old Gameboy she’d bought for him at a thrift store in Clifton Heights warbled. Arcs of light from the tiny screen played across Johnny’s forehead, accentuating the angles of his nose and cheeks, flaring in the hollows under his eyes. “Only two lives left. Thing’s fuckin’ hard.” She faced forward and squinted at the rain-blurred road. “Don’t swear, honey. It’s crude.”

Johnny said pleadingly " Forgive me sir I didn't know....." Before he could finish his sentence Danial slapped him. Johnny was thrown across the room, half of his face was bloodied and numb. He looked at Danial and raged " You slapped me? How dare you slap me do you know who I am and what I do? I am Johnny Langley the most powerful gangster in the southern district" Johnny tried to stand but realised that he couldn't move his legs. He looked at Danial who was approaching him and was stunned. Danial looked like a demon who climbed out of the deepest parts of hell. His aura was rampant and his eyes were bloodshot.