Machine Gun Kelly Novels & Stories

Even Kelly, despite her growing apprehension, shared in the task, her hands moving with a practiced efficiency that betrayed her exhaustion. We armed ourselves with the most effective weapons we could find. James’s crowbar, sturdy and reliable, was our primary defense against anything physical. My sharpened pipe, though rudimentary, offered a measure of piercing power. Jay, ever resourceful, had fashioned a crude flamethrower from a salvaged propane tank and a length of pipe, though the fuel was meager and its reliability questionable.

As soon as we hit the paved street, my heart lurched. "Have you eaten yet today, cub?" asked the brother who sat shotgun. Bravo, the grouchy one to my right, snorted. "She's hardly a cub, Kelly." Kelly? Bravo? What kind of names were these? I ignored their domineering question and peeled my eyes open, starting at the heads of the two in front. Not identical. Driver Dude's hair was straight; only the ends curled around the collar of his shirt. But Shotgun's hair was wavy—Shotgun, aka Kelly. I glanced at the silent brother on my left, but he was staring out the window.

“That is bullshit! No one has lived in this building for over a year. She’s a cop who came to check this place out, or worst, a spy from the Italian mafia.” Khalil felt stupid for assuming she was an innocent civilian. “I’m sorry boss.” “You both should go out there and bring her ass back.” Big Trey said as he brought out a pistol and handed it over to him. This was the second time Khalil would be holding a gun. The first was a few months ago when he was riding with his uncle to a party, and they got pulled over by the police. His uncle had given him the weapon to hide in his clothes, which was cold and heavier than it looked.

I shook my head chuckling and did the same and held a big gun in my hand, standing beside him and watching the door again excitedly. And the second wave burst in, they didn’t waste a moment, they shot everything and everywhere like crazed men, but nothing happened to us and the other men dropped dead. I cocked my head to the side and looked at my men who were as confused as me, but it didn’t last long because the next thing I know my friends walked inside. Armani was holding his cherished machine gun while Cacilia was rocking her semi that she had platted in gold. She had it custom made.

The explosives of the mechanical men were placed under their armor, and could be reached by anyone foolish or brave enough to plunge a pistol barrel through a gigantic charging machine. And so it was, amidst the rumble of musket fire, the distant battle cries and Trosdig’s unnecessarily harsh remarks at my brother. I watched Joram Nileous, the one we called Pal’lacon, or Old Spartan rush headlong at the nearest machine man as he plunged his musket’s bayonet under the gap in the armor, I heard the ring of the musket shot and then a flash of light, the rather expected but completely necessary warnings to take cover and then a period of momentary silence.

Without thinking twice, I opened my eyes and looked in the direction where the voice was coming from. Kelly was currently behind Hazel, her hand holding a gun that directly pointed to Hazel’s head. Hazel’s expression came from laughing at Aerah’s stupidity to being alarmed at my sister’s presence. “Put the fucking gun down or I’ll fucking pull this trigger and you’ll never see your family again—” “Ah!”

Marcus lay on the cold, concrete floor, in the ocean of his blood, his breath came in ragged gasps. His once confident, domineering presence was now reduced to a pitiful, broken man struggling to fight for his life. Kelly stood over him, with the gun still trembling in her hand. The shock of what she had just done was written all over her.

She smiles kissing my lips, "Alright we need to pack a few things and leave immediately" "Sure" One hour later we are ready, we stuff our luggage into the car trunk before driving off, right now we are on our way to Kelly's village to pick up some of her personal things I'm afraid this alley is always lonely and fell with thugs but this is the only way to get to her village "What are those?" Kelly pointed and I was shocked to see guys with guns "Shit!" I curse, "Who are they?" Kelly said looking terrified I wanted to make a U-turn but it was already late, one of them shot at our tires and they became flat instantly

I whisper as I watch him make a run for the warehouse. I fire a shot, hitting him in the left leg, and he plows into the ground. A guard tries to come to his rescue, but a single shot eliminates the fucker. I’d love to take more time killing Kelly, but the authorities can show up at any moment. Pulling the trigger, I bury a bullet into Kelly’s skull, blowing half his head away. I grab my phone, and zooming in on Kelly’s body, I take a photo and send it to Palawan HQ.

Kelly managed a weak smile as they climbed on. “We’ll make it—“ BANG! A gunshot rang out. Ally’s blood turned to ice as she watched blood spill from Kelly’s mouth. “K-Kelly… KELLY!” Kelly swayed, forcing herself to stand despite the pain. “R-run, Ally… I can’t… make it…” “I won’t leave you! I won’t!” But before Ally could climb off, Kelly shoved the cart with all her remaining strength, sending Ally hurtling downhill. “Take care of Kuya and Ate… and don’t tell anyone about Wendy. I love you all.”