Machine Gun Kelly Novels & Stories

In each case, Kim had broken Kelly’s previous mark. As promised by Fred Johnson, early on the third day the special 9mm automatics Kelly had ordered were delivered. One went to Brad while Kelly gave the other to Kim. On the pistol range, Kelly shot a “possible” but only tied Kim; Kim shot the same score. On the terrorist course, Kim was as deadly as Kelly; she was even nearly as good using automatic weapons.

Duncan said. Mark took a sip of his drink. "Think about it like this. You've got a nice rifle. You've had this rifle forever, and this rifle knows you. You know all the little grooves and worn spots on the gun. You know the sound it makes when it fires. You clean it, take care of it. You love this gun." "So Kelly is the gun?" "Yeah, but let me finish." "Please do," Duncan said, amused.

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

They all turned to Sylvester and Arthur stepped closer to him. “I think your time is up, buddy,” he said. Sylvester wanted to protest and plead his way out again, but it was too late as Arthur dug his hands into his pocket and brought out a pistol. He fired it straight in his forehead and blood oozed out of him before dropping dead. The gun sound made an ear deafening noise, that Kelly had to close her ears and also shut her eyes because she couldn't stand the sight of gruesome things. “You've had that the whole time? Why didn't you use it on him?” Kelly asked, removing her hands from her ears.

Victor ignores the pang of guilt, the mourning he feels for the enemy because of the precious loss of life. It's both familiar and foreign to him. And finally, Victor manages to reach Kelly, grabbing the hem of her sleeve. "Come on, let's-" It happens so fast, almost too fast for Victor to process it. Kelly pulls out a gun, a pistol strapped to her thigh from under her dress. She aims it at Victor with every intent to end his life. It's the first time ever that Victor wants to thank his father for putting him through the grueling training that brought him to today. Victor acts automatically, pushing against the weapon right before it fires, diverting the bullet into the crowd.

"No! You can't mean you want me to..." "I'm afraid he does, dear," Julia said. "I think we'd better..." "No! Not that. I won't do that." The Stalker walked over to stand in front of Kelly, raising the shotgun to her face. Kelly stared at it, mesmerised, her mouth slightly open. The Stalker pushed the barrel of the gun between her lips. "Open wider," he commanded, and she complied, not thinking, and he pushed four inches of cold, metal gun barrel into her mouth. She gagged. "Now suck on it, pussy. Suck on it like you're gonna suck on my cock later on. Suck on it, or I'll pull this trigger an' I'll just have one pussy to play with."

I asked as I hugged Jean tightly in my arms. “You’ll find out later and I warn you not to ask too many questions. Samuel, I’m sorry I brought your wife and child. Enjoy your solitude from now on,” Kelly said. She laughed again slyly and her expression looked very scary. Sam, saved us! Kelly continued to drive through streets that were mostly unknown to me. An hour before, we had stopped at a gas station to refuel, but I still didn’t dare to ask anyone for help because she carried that gun wherever we went. And she also confiscated my cell phone and wallet.

And I suddenly felt like my old self. The front doors exploded open. A hail of bullets tore through the space where we'd just stood, splintering furniture and grazing the walls. They were here. Phoenix's men. Killian rolled forward, firing without hesitation. One bullet, one drop. He never missed a target. Ever. Plus, he was brutal. He would either make sure they die before they hit the ground or cause them an insane amount of pain to ensure a slow death. They never stood a chance against Killian. Still, it was impressive how he was still able to aim right despite his fatigue.

She tracked my shot, gave me a quick nod and then proceeded to whoop ass on some other poor soul. Three more bullets went flying around before the poorly armed mob broke and ran. The mobsters (those left standing) backed up from whence we came and unloaded on us with two of Hungary's own KGP-9's ~ Woot! (It's a sub-machinegun). They seemed to have had some military training, yet they had fuck all for cover. What's with these people?

Mile was fully loaded with automatic machine guns. His personal favorite was the Riffle Gilboa Snake. It was a double barrel with two chambers. And Paul Muschick. Pittsburgh gun. They were fully loaded to kill each and every one who dared to hurt his son. They were gathered at a T Junction after 4 hours of city hunting. Mile, Natt, Noah, Conrad and Daniel, they all stepped out. So far they had no clue of Benjamin. Conrad's men failed to trace too. They tracked all CCTV's but all they could find was a double cabin jeep. And the number was fake as expected.