Kosta Shooting Novels & Stories

Behind her, nestled in the shadow of a stack of containers, Alex watched through a pair of night-vision goggles, his weapon resting steady in his hands. Selena’s voice murmured through the comms: “Eyes on Costa. White Range Rover Evoque approaching. Three men armed in the backseat.” Ava’s heartbeat remained steady. Focused. Then the headlights broke through the fog. A Rover rolled to a stop twenty yards away, its engine idling low and mean. The back door opened, and Vincente Costa stepped out, looking freshly pressed in a charcoal coat and polished shoes, like he had just stepped off a fashion runway rather than out of a warzone.

Someone gotta teach the fucker that no one gets away after crossing Alessandro Costello. A few of the men were out patrolling the area. They were unaware of our presence. Putting the silencer on our guns, I aimed at one of their heads. A bullet shot out of the barrel of my gun; piercing his skull. One bullet, that's all it took before he slumped on the ground like a puppet released from his strings. A man walked toward him to see what had happened to him, his eyes went wide. His eyes darted all around, guns pointing in all directions. That was when we started the shooting began. Bullets ruthlessly spilled out from all directions killing the men in front of the door, the balconies, and every

His shaved head exposes a small scar by his right temple, where a bullet fragment skirted his flesh. Niro has opted for black slacks with an ankle-length tan jacket. The outfit hangs off him; he's one of my lankier men. The only thing they share in common is their weapons. Both have a pistol strapped to their hip. Kostya sneers, giving Niro a shove. "Nah, you didn't feel them though. When she was pushed into me, I got a good feel." He pantomimes grabbing the air. "Yeah, and then she made you cry like a bitch with her little kick." Niro laughs.

he managed to utter, his voice trembling with shock. Brenda, her hand instinctively covering her mouth, looked at Carla in disbelief. “Carla, you… you shot him,” she whispered, her voice filled with a mix of astonishment and confusion. Carla, her normally serene expression replaced by a steely determination, holstered the gun and took a deep breath. She met their bewildered gazes, her eyes flickering with a newfound resolve. “I know it's surprising, but I've been taking shooting lessons in secret,” she confessed, her voice steady.

"Hand over the documents. There are three guns to your fucking head." Coco took a step closer to the Pop Boyz. Three of Chief Kaave's body guards pointed their snipers, from ontop the highway, and aimed directly at the Pop Boyz. One. Two. Three. They released shots. Dirty blood splashed all over Coco. Her eyes were bright with excitement. She squatted, and stared into their faces, as they struggled with life. One of the Pop Boyz tried to reach for his gun, Coco used her right foot to kick the gun afar. She looked at them long and hard.

" Costa shouted as they glanced back to see the van behind being riddled with bullets. The car infront had suddenly stopped forcing them to slow down. The next instant their car was hit, the driver got shot on the head that the vehicle veered off. Elvira panicked and shouted before one of the guys took up the wheel and stopped the car. The situation was so chaotic, but the Costa brothers had instantly changed into the cruel beasts form as they unleased their weapons. Elvira's eyes widened in surprise not able to understand what ever it was that was going on. For the first time she had been involved in a gun battle, a dangerous one for that matter. Severe men in black were already dead. The e

The shooting continues, groans of pain and frustration lingering in the air. “We caught one of them, padrino” Gustavo’s voice filters through, he is also one of my men. “Good, do not kill him” “Okay boss” The shooting continues, the body of my bullet proof Maybach has already been destroyed but that’s the least of my problems right now. I gun down two of the men simultaneously and their painful groans were like music to my ears. Bullets continue to rip through the changretta mansion as more men fall to the ground.

I screamed nervously as she came crying towards us here and a sound that shouldn't happen now rumbled. "Don't!" I screamed as loud as I could and my knees went soft because I was kneeling here. Kendra who is now dumbfounded with her mouth agape as she slowly falls to her knees. And there was blood coming out of her mouth. Kendra... "You're an animal, Rustin! Why did you shoot her?!" I said, sobbing that Rustin was still holding his gun now. I covered both my ears when he fired the gun at Rago, but Rago was not hit. The bullet went astray and hit in a different direction.

"If you breathe a word of this to anyone... I will hunt you down and kill you myself. Do you understand?" Anastasia nodded, her body trembling uncontrollably. "Y-Yes. I won’t say anything, I swear." "Good." Kohr tucked the gun back into its holster. Without another word, he turned and strode down the street, leaving Anastasia alone in her thoughts.

"I know... but please, Dante. Don't do this. Don't kill him." Taking advantage of my split-second distraction with Leo, Costa sneered. "Die, you arrogant bastard!" BANG! Costa fired. Instinct took over. I twisted my torso sharply to the side—a movement so fast it re-tore my stitched ribs with a blinding flash of agony. The bullet whizzed past my chest, grazing my upper left arm, tearing through the fabric of my black shirt and searing open a hot line of blood. Before Costa could rack a second shot, I slammed two smoke grenades onto the concrete floor.