Julia Donaldson Stick Man Novels & Stories

*** Don had arrived at the mansion, where he was convinced Julia was being held captive. Before he could enter, a large number of guards approached him, and the leader demanded that he be stripped of his belongings. Don smirked and before he knew it, he landed a punch on the muscular man before him. The man stumbled backwards with his hands on his cheek. Then he gestured to the remaining guards to get to him. Donatello stationed himself and began to counter their attacks. Soon, half of the men were down in pain. Upon seeing this, the leader got up and smiled, pulling the trigger, but Don was already steps forward. He pulled out the gun he had been concealing in his inner pants and shot the m

The man doubled over with a choked sound. Frank followed it with another punch. Then another. Each one fast and brutal. The attacker swung wildly, catching Frank in the ribs this time. Frank’s expression changed. The next punch he threw was vicious. His fist connected with the man’s mouth so hard I heard teeth crack. The attacker stumbled backward, trying to reach for the knife at his belt. A cold spike of fear shot through me. “Frank—” But Frank had already seen it. He grabbed the man’s wrist mid-motion and slammed it violently into the wall.

The bastard had a way of getting under people’s skin. Joan pulled out a cigarette, lit it up, and took a slow drag like he had all the time in the world. The audacity. The arrogance. He was sitting in my club, surrounded by my men, with many guns pointed at his skull, and he still acted like he owned the place. After a few seconds of silence, he finally spoke. "I am here to make you a proposal, Don Powers. A damn good one, if you ask me." I let out a dry chuckle. "A proposal?"