Killing Patton Novels & Stories

“Nothing. You should learn to shut your ugly trap!” Patricia became quickly agitated.“Hol’ up, bitch! Who the fuck are you?!! You little toddler be growing some teeth and spewing trash...” “That’s enough, Patricia.” I said, grasping her arm.She yanks her arm out from my hold.“... Nah! I wanna teach this bitch ass kid a lesson!!...” she got up from her seat. Angrily walking to where Rachel sat.My heart beat sped.Oh fucking hell!!!She pushed Rachel backwards on her seat.“... who the fuck are you?! Who the...!”BANG! Patricia’s body fell to ground.I was astounded.I glanced to see it was Collins who pulled the trigger.I gritted my teeth.“How dare you?! You just killed her!!”Collins shrugs his sho

They slipped inside. The courtyard was patrol central. Guards with dogs walked in pairs. The dogs stopped. They smelled something. Not a scent. A void. They whined and pulled at their leashes. "Something's wrong," a guard muttered. He shined his flashlight toward the shadows. The beam hit Lycian. "Intruder!" POP. POP. Lycian fired twice. Silenced shots. The guard dropped. The dog lunged. Lycian caught it mid-air and snapped its neck.

"Maybe yes or maybe no." "If he sells his gun factory to Gerald then who’s the person we should kill? Is it Wyatt or Gerald?" I asked. "Why not both?" Austin suggests. The three of us looked at him blankly. Austin put his hands up and looked at Matthew. "Should I ask Michael?" I looked at Emily then Blake. "Your choice, it’s your mission." "You want to call Moretti? Are you sure it’s a good idea?" Drake asks. "Let’s find out, shall we?" Taking my phone out, I dial Michael's number. He picks up in the third ring. "Didn’t I tell you to not call me?"

The city woke the next morning to chaos. News headlines exploded with speculation. The celebration of new leadership was overshadowed by a single, haunting question: *Who killed Ethan Cross?* His body was taken for examination, and within days, the answer surfaced—poison. Not accidental. Not natural. Intentional. Lisha was left shattered. Confusion clung to her like a shadow. She replayed the night over and over, searching for something she had missed. He had been fine. He had been smiling. He had been alive.

Patrick started shaking in my hands and my brows knotted as once again I felt the strange tension between them. “Because of you, because of what you have done to him… you took power from him, he became blinded by the need to get it back,” Keith said, and his eyes became like two dark spots of insanity as they fixed on Patrick. “In his attacks, he bombarded the village and my mate and son were there… but he killed them…” He was now standing right in front of Patrick and before I could realize what was happening, his claws emerged from his fingers, and he plunged it deep into Patrick’s stomach. My hands immediately loosened around his neck as the scene before me threw me into a shock. How the

The gun felt heavy in my hand as I weighed my options. Could I even see myself killing the father of my kids? What would Liam think of me? What about our unborn baby? What would I say to the child when they finally grow up and ask for their father? How could I even say I killed him? They would hate me for life. But it was either me or him. What if he ends up choosing himself and ending my life? I couldn’t let something like that happen. “Don’t listen to him, Valerie. I wouldn’t hurt you.” Patrick cleared his throat, his voice cracking with emotion. “Nobody is shooting anybody.”

"Your daughter here killed her while she was massacring her pack!" Why was everyone bringing up this topic today? It was getting depressing as the hour went by. "My daughter? Lilian?" "Yeah? Who else would do that? Do you have any other daughters apart from Lilian? I heard all your other children had been killed by the Predator, so, who else could have killed my mother?" I could hear the pain in her voice. "Lilian didn't kill your mother, Ayana." My mother calmly told her. "The Patrons did... They killed her for disobeying them."

The man glared at Patricia then effortlessly tossed the gun and tried to quickly run away, but the man's speed was nothing to do with the bullets from the other pistol currently shooting the man's leg. The man fell easily to the floor. Patricia had risen from the floor after being pushed by the man who was the driver Adrian West had given her. The woman again pointed her gun with ease and showed her scary face to the man who had fallen to the floor. "I heard you have a child. Will your son cry when he finds out his father died and can't be found anywhere?" asked Patricia seriously.

He slapped Patrick to the floor and said, “I am not a lunatic who kills at will. I killed that bitch because he killed my brothers and I am simply getting revenge. “I’ll spare your life today.” Patrick fell on the floor and hit his head, but he was glad that he was still alive.

Why was he with Zachary? Did Patricia know that I was the one that killed her brother? I was about to ask Vance that question, but he beat me to it. He was watching the emotions on my face calmly. Too calmly. “Mother doesn't know that her brother is dead. She has no idea that the video exists. So she doesn't know that you killed her brother. Yet.” He continued pacing the rooftop again. This time he was cycling me. Hands in pocket, leisurely unhurried steps.