Johnny Kills Bob Novels & Stories

Kayson turned to Shyla and said, “Ms. Tinsley, let’s hang out again next time.” Shyla replied flatly, “Sure. But it’ll be your turn to call me out next time.” Smiling, Kayson replied, “Sure.” After that, he left the Tinsley mansion and headed straight to the location that Bob had sent him. Meanwhile, Bob was sitting on the floor with blood lining the corner of his lips. It was a complete mess on the first floor. A bloodied woman was lying on the floor with a television on top of him. A middle-aged man was playing with a dagger in front of Bob. He looked at Bob with cold eyes and asked, “Has Eden Joy ever done anything bad to you, Bob? Why must you put your life on the line for such a little

Crack! Before he could finish his sentence, Jate Woods stepped on Jan Bobber and he died on the spot. There was nothing Jate Woods didn't dare to do. Scar was still sprawled on the ground. His four limbs were broken and he was still spewing blood from his mouth. He shuddered as he watched Jate Woods literally kill Jan Bobber by stepping on him. He wanted to get up, but he couldn't move at all. He opened his mouth, but more blood flowed out instead.

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.

“How dare you ask someone to lie to me about lung cancer when it was pneumonia! Are you looking for trouble?” He put his hand around her neck. “I- I didn’t…lie.” Tears rolled down Olivia’s cheek. She was crying because she had been happy just now, but her tears of joy did not last long. The time of pleasure was so short that it seemed like everything just now had been a dream. Her Johnny was gone. John wanted to strangle her to death. He did not hold back any strength. “Well. Since you want to die so much, I’ll kill you now and take your ashes.”

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

“Bob, what are you doing?” “I’m getting us out of this mess,” he hissed. Lisa’s throat tightened. “What do you mean?” she asked, the tears evident in her voice. “This gun has two silver bullets in it, one for you and one for me. Once I take care of you, I’m going to shoot myself.” Bob’s voice lowered, and his face darkened. “We will not be taken alive, not if I have anything to do with it. You are all I have left in this world.”

Each of the other six men laughed like maniacs. Michael decided to just spit in the boss' face after elbowing the man who was holding him in place, and hit his private area. The man howled and grabbed his crotch. Little Michael was dropped by the boss, but as quickly as he fell, he was also shot by the boss who pulled his gun. However, the shot was just slightly enough to injure him near his side instead of killing him.

"My love, you're awake." Marcus walked in carrying a bouquet of white roses. His eyes were swollen, his face etched with exhaustion. "I'm going to make the Black Stone Pack pay," he said, coming to my bedside and taking my hand. "They murdered our child. I will never forgive them." They? Who was the real murderer of the child in my womb? I watched his flawless performance, and my stomach roiled. "What are you going to do?" I asked, suppressing the inferno of rage inside me.

Sam's eyes flew wide open, his body arching violently before crashing back onto the bed. A mouthful of blood, mixed with unknown fragments of flesh, burst from between his lips, splattering across my hand. Clearly, the attack had some sort of internal damage. "Oh, look, he's coughing up blood! Does that mean that we've beaten the evil spirit out of him?" Lucas paled the moment he saw Sam barely breathing. They had come to scam money, not to kill someone.

Frank was not about to show mercy, however, "Which of you hasn't shed blood? Jump down if you know what's good for you!" "Fine! You asked for this! You don't get to blame us!" Bob Cut whipped out a remote control and was ready to press the button when a long-haired girl in a school uniform snatched it out of her hands and slapped Bob Cut across the face! "Are you killing us just to take him down?!" Schoolgirl then bellowed.