Kosta Shooting Novels & Stories

The pen in my hand spun between my fingers, a nervous tic I couldn’t shake. "Jorge Mendoza," I said, looking Fitzgerald dead in the eye. "I watched Alessandro Costello shoot him and his entire crew to death after they delivered tons of cocaine for the Cosa Nostra. I saw the blood spray. I heard the gurgling. I can take you to the last known location of the coke but I can’t promise it’s still there. Costello people move quick, and they’re paranoid as hell." Fitzgerald’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t say anything. I kept going.

I know who those shoes belonged to. I wanted to run, I wanted to hide but I had nowhere to go except for hiding myself in Leo's arms. "No, please, no!" I cried, hard. "I won't let anything happen to you!" Leo kept repeating these words. Slowly, his face became visible as he jumped down the ladder. The men took off their masks, Scott, Lorenzo, Marco... and behind them stood Nikolai Costello. Another gunshot rang through my ears, and a warm liquid sprayed all over me. I looked up and saw a bullet hole, just like the one that was on my mother's forehead. It was in the middle of Leo's forehead, his arms went limp around me.

His sharp senses prompted him to shield Lola, but a glance from Caesar made him slowly lower his weapon. Caesar watched Lola, silently observing as her hand moved toward the gun. Stan spread his arms, his voice escalating with fervor, "My poor little Lola, my pitiful daughter, kill this Salleri member who has oppressed and enslaved many Asti people, and I will give you—Ah!" Stan was shot in the right leg. He cried out in pain, collapsing, staring incredulously at Lola standing below. He hadn't even noticed when she had drawn her gun. Lola aimed her gun at Stan's other intact leg and fired without hesitation.

Shouts and grunts sound behind me as some of Ivan's men are struck down. "Fuck," Ivan mutters. "Keep moving," he snarls at me, shooting down some men in front of him. A bullet flies past my head, passing so close that I feel the heat of it. I turn and take a wild shot to stave the shooter off. "You're not making it out alive, Kaiden Nikolaou," Kostas sing songs, his lips stretching into a smile. The world slows down and I watch as a bottle flies over our heads. A cloth is stuffed into the bottle and the end of it is set on fire.

It feels like the time of Caleb and Jostein slows down when Roberto pulls the trigger. “MY LADY!” Caleb shouted and aimed the gun to the arm of Roberto but it is too late when the he pulled the trigger before the bullet from his gun pierce to his arm! Alberto shot the car of him and the mafia boss quickly drives his car despite of his injury! The only thing Alberto and Caleb knows is to shot the car that is going away! Caleb cannot believe what the hell happened until he heard a loud scream! “JOSTEIN! WAKE UP! JOSTEIN! WAKE UP!” the young lady Keesha Monteverde screamed to the top of her lungs.