Kosta Shooting Novels & Stories

A gunshot cracked through the warehouse. Nico’s chest exploded in a spray of red, the syringe clattering to the concrete as he collapsed. “What the f—” Diego didn’t finish. A second shot caught him in the throat, cutting off his words in a wet gurgle. Daphne’s breath caught in her lungs as a figure emerged from the shadows at the far end of the warehouse. Landon Costello walked toward her, gun still aimed, a playful smile highlighting his dimples. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, voice rough as gravel. “Traffic was a bitch.”

Her hatred for cops. “Pow! Pow! Pow!”, the .8 caliber fired three rounds at her just when she ran through the bend at the end of the poorly lit, dark alley. The shooter knew he didn’t miss. He’d spent a life time in the service of the Castros, and he knew well enough that three bullets would be more than enough to kill their chaser. Or maim them, to think the least, but she kept coming, seemingly unharmed by the damage done to her by the hot shots fired at close range.

"I'll leave. Tonight. I'll take my men and leave Silvercrest. You'll never see me again." "Not good enough. You threatened Lia. That's not something I forgive." Kozlov's hand moved toward his jacket. Fast. Everything happened at once. Caspian shoved Lia down. She hit the concrete hard. Heard gunshots explode around her. Screaming. More shots. The sound of bodies hitting the ground. She stayed down like Caspian had told her. Covered her head. Tried to make herself as small as possible. The shooting seemed to go on forever. Automatic weapons. Single shots. Shouting in Russian and English. The smell of gunpowder was thick in the air.

Costa stilled instantly, jaw tight. A shout echoed from the far end. It was too late. "INTRUDERRR!" Gunfire broke out, muffled but close. Rico fired first, aiming low. A man dropped with a scream, clutching his thigh as blood spilled between his fingers. Another rushed out behind him, wild-eyed, gun raised. Costa tackled him head-on, slamming him into the wall hard enough to rattle the pipes. He then punched him twice, then snapped his neck with a rough twist.

Water spilled down my chin, but I gulped it greedily, like a starving animal desperate for life. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to hold onto whatever strength I had left. When I forced them open again, my sight had sharpened just enough to see him standing over me, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “Before we start,” Kosta said, voice low and venomous, “you’re going to make a video.” My heart sank. “You’ll tell the camera exactly how much you want me, every filthy, disgusting thing you can think of. How good it is... how much you love it.” He leaned closer, eyes glittering with menace. “How much you enjoy the things I do to you.”

She told him. Kai looked back at the man on his knees. He snapped his neck and it clicked before he took his gun out of his leather jacket. He loaded it and put it on the man’s forehead while Carla made him look at Kai. Kai clenched his jaws, “May your death be the lesson for others.” He chillingly spoke before he aim the gun at the man’s left eye and without even flinching shot him dead.

Klauss replied. Without hesitation, he turned towards Shantala and aimed at her. He did not even have second thoughts and just pulled the trigger to kill her. But after a few seconds, as he fell back, he locked his gaze on her and there was no sign of a gunshot on her. The next thing he knew was that he could taste his metallic blood before he coughed them out. "Call the ambulance and let them take care of that bastard," Hyperion instructed his men before handing them the gun he used to shoot Klauss right in the neck.

Shards of glass tore across his cheek, leaving a streak of blood. Yet he felt no pain, his gaze fixed on the person standing before him. A grin broke out on his face. This gunshot had confirmed his suspicion. Tatiana Buzzelli was back. I was back to take his life. I blew the smoke from the barrel and smirked. "Ciao, Mr. Cacciola. I'm Buzz, head of Kostra Group. If you're here to talk business, you may stay. Take one more step forward, and the next bullet goes straight through your heart."

I asked Koa from the back of our mind. “Later sweetie. We have a very bad girl to deal with first.” Koa growled at Stephanie. “Koa what do you know that I don’t about her?” I asked coming forward just enough to see through her eyes. “She fired the first shot,” Koa growled again. Koa snatched Stephanie up in her jaws but didn’t apply enough pressure to kill her. Stephanie was screaming and trying to wiggle out, so Koa walked over to Jax who then punched her in the head to knock her out just to shut her up.

You can't say that you won't shoot without shooting. Anna Garcia stood in front of her, cold track. 'From beginning to end, you didn't say that this endorsement shoot was a double shot. Our Kristen Healey sister stopped shooting.'