Kosta Shooting Novels & Stories

She squeezed her eyes shut for a second before hesitantly looking up. And there he was. Kane Shawn. Leaning against her booth like he belonged there, staring at her with that ridiculously gorgeous face. His hoodie was still up, casting a shadow over his sharp features, but those eyes—light blue, glowing under the dim lights—locked onto her like she was the only thing in the room. Kill. Me. Now. "I—I—" she started, still rubbing her head, her brain scrambling for something normal to say. "You okay?" he asked, his voice dipping with concern as he made a move to come around the counter.

"And why is that?" "He was gunned down yesterday in a restaurant just outside the city. My sources tell me that he anticipated meeting with someone. The assassination was clean, a silencer used." "So the asshole knew his assailant." "It would seem that way. Then again, from what my soldiers mentioned, Kostya had no intention of hiding, even purchasing a Maserati upon arrival in town. I will say, the timing is interesting, the scuttlebutt on the street far too quiet. That doesn't bode well for my business operations."

Marco Riva slammed on the brakes, the vehicle skidding sideways to block the line of sight between Costa's shooter and Niccolò. "Get in!" Marco screamed, leaning over the passenger seat and pushing the door open. "Niccolò, now!" I yelled. Niccolò didn't hesitate. He fired three rapid shots toward the tactical jacket to keep him pinned, then lunged from behind the conveyor belt. He grabbed my arm, practically lifting me off my feet as he dragged me toward the open door of the SUV. But as we scrambled inside, I looked back through the dust and flying splinters. Adriano Costa wasn't running. He stood near the stairs, his face obscured by the swirling cloud of sawdust, his silenced weapon raised

If he shot at Gusto and missed, or if he wasn't fast enough, Keera could be dead. I caught his attention and signaled for him to put the gun down. I wasn't risking Keera's life. And more than that, we had a plan B which she wasn't aware of. Joe hesitated and then lowered his gun. The corners of Gusto's lips widened as his smile became even brighter. "You're such a fool." My heart skipped when his finger moved over the trigger. Keera shut her eyes tight, anticipating the worst. She'd noticed Gusto was about to pull the trigger and shoot her.

He ended up being shot in the shoulder. Shawn spotted Christopher Stallion on the roof of the building. Without hesitation, he came out of his car and began to shoot at him. Christopher rolled off the building and quickly got down. At this point, other cops arrived, and Shawn instructed them to get Christopher Stallion. All the cops ran into the building and began to search for Christopher Stallion. Meanwhile, he sneaked out through the back, got into his car, and drove away. Shawn's bullet had grazed one of his arms, and it was bleeding badly. He drove straight to his hideout to recuperate and regroup.

He cost me the love of my life and put her life in danger. "COSTA!" I yelled his name as I was let inside the living room by his guards. "Come out you motherfucker! Come out and face me as a man, you coward!" My voice echoed in the living room. I quickly took out the gun that was tucked behind me and waited for Costa to show his ugly face. I wanted to burst out his brains for the stunt he pulled today in front of Lana. He had to know that he made a mistake by not killing me today when he had the chance, because I was going to kill him now.

Claire cried out in pain as the bullet tore through her arm, the force throwing her violently against the wall behind her. “Claire!” I screamed in horror, my entire body freezing as I watched her collapse to the ground. Then I saw who fired the shot. Kassandrah stood a few feet away from us, holding the gun lazily in one hand while a cruel smirk spread across her face. Her eyes gleamed with amusement as she slowly approached us, completely unfazed by the chaos around her. “Well, well, Ali,” she said mockingly, tilting her head slightly. “Looks like you’ve found yourself a new little friend, huh?”

Six cartel enforcers stood with him. “You’re too late,” Alessio said with a sneer. “The cartel has already moved on your territories. Your precious new order is crumbling as we speak.” Leo raised his pistol. “Then we rebuild again. Without you.” The shootout was short and brutal. Kai took down three enforcers with clinical precision. Luca handled two. Leo walked straight through the gunfire and put three rounds into Alessio — one in each shoulder and one in the stomach. Non-lethal, but agonizing.

“The dog child of the mighty Perses can’t fight his own battles? Send a pussy to do it for you? Two can play that game.” “INCOMING!” Saint yells. The woman snaps her fingers with a loud popping crackle. Klay freezes mid-lunge, but the photographer isn’t affected. He pulls a gun from his waistband and points it at me. It feels like I’m moving through quicksand as I turn away, covering Codi with my body. The shooter is less than six feet away. This is going to hurt. I brace myself for the impact from such a short range.