Mad Bomber Thomas Novels & Stories

Slowly, he reached out and took it. "I want to go home," he whispered. "That's exactly where I'm taking you," Thomas promised, gently helping him out of the closet. "Stay close to me, okay? We're going to find your papa." As Thomas led Miguel carefully through the hallways, memories flooded back. Seven years. Seven long years he'd been living this double life. Seven years ago Rain pounded against the warehouse windows as Thomas crouched behind a stack of crates, gun drawn. The raid was going south fast. Three officers down already, and Victor's men were better armed than anyone had expected.

Hayley had witnessed that once. Her tiny base had a monster of a man named Thomas Kimmons, the only double-Gifted in the region with fire and metal-element abilities. Before the world fell apart, Thomas fought illegal matches in an underground boxing ring. He was covered in tattoos, had a temper like a lit fuse, and was quick to throw hands at absolutely anyone. What Hayley remembered most was how he loved slapping people senseless. The moment something ticked him off, he would just swing first and deal with the rest later.

Thomas hid his intelligence behind a professional and empathic image, accurately fooling everyone. Most of the company's work in the United States was bestowed to Thomas and when Ruben thought about it thoroughly, Thomas initially volunteered, seeing the good work he put in and in consideration of his mother living in the United States, Ruben continued to give him tasks in the United States. That act of kindness came to backfire because Thomas built himself a stable empire in the United States, when compared to the hierarchy of power in the Netherlands, he could be said to be merely one level below Ruben. Which explains how he could plan a grand assasination which disrupted public motorist s

I ease the door to the left of a giant roll up door. The male screams in pain. "Kieran I swear! I didn't know! I didn't know Thomas was dealing in flesh. If I had known he was auctioning off paras; I would've come to you!" "It's not just about him auctioning off paras. He's selling mortals as well. Thomas is the leader of the largest mortal ran cartel. And you're his second in command. You expect me to believe that you didn't know he started dealing in flesh." Kieran's fist flies through the air landing with a bone crushing crunch. I get a sick satisfaction from hearing the disgusting pigs bones crunch.

They raised their weapons, and their leader shouted, "Who are you? Identify yourself!" The figure came closer, and they recognized him. It was Thomas, the ‘rebel’ leader. He was alone, and unarmed. He looked tired and wounded, his clothes torn and bloody. He had a bandage around his head, covering one of his eyes. He smiled weakly, and said, "Hello, friends. I'm here to see Lord Zack." The guards were stunned. They couldn't believe that Thomas had come to them on his own, without any backup or weapon. They wondered if it was a trap. They quickly surrounded him, pointing their weapons at him, searching him for any hidden devices, but they found nothing.

Robin on our team might be a player, but at least that guy has a soul and heart. Thomas? He is cold and wrong in the head. The way he talked about the last girl he hated? The man said some nasty shit and called her a whore for not letting him lock her up in his basement. I shudder. Thomas is heavy into BDSM but doesn't understand when the partner isn't into the same thing. "What the fuck?!" Thomas suddenly erupts. His hand goes to his lips as he steps back from Michelle. "Why did you bite me, you fucking whore?! LOOK AT ME! I'M BLEEDING!"

"This man. He was Alexander's right hand. If we can flip him, we can bring down the rest." Isabella studied the photograph. "Who is he?" "His name is Thomas Webb. Marcus's brother." Her blood ran cold. "Another Webb." "The last one." Damien met her eyes. "And the most dangerous." The confrontation with Thomas was arranged for that weekend. Isabella stood in the conference room of the FBI field office, her family behind her, Thomas across the table. He was older than she'd expected, with gray hair, a lined face, and tired eyes. "You have something I want," Isabella said.

Yeah they were big shots, but they were still humans at the end of the day. "We should meet sometime next week to discuss our collaboration more thoroughly, don't you think?" Maddie heard Thomas say to Jake who simply hummed in response. Thomas' eyes moved to Maddie. Flashing her a smile he introduced himself. "I am Thomas Saltsman." Of course she knew he was Thomas Saltsman, Maddie thought as she offered the man a polite smile but didn't introduce herself. She wasn't sure if Jake would like it if she did, after all, she reasoned that if he did want to, he would have very well introduced her to the man himself, especially as he seemed friendly with him.

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

Thomas' official title might be security, but he did a lot more than that. "The only people down here are the so-called security guys," Aspen said over her shoulder. "I recommend steering clear of them. Most of them are high all the time, so they won't bother us. The one to watch out for is Thomas. He's a cop that got fired for killing someone. You can see the top of the security building through those trees." Buzz worked there. He'd kept tabs on Thomas, what came in and out. The plan was mostly Buzz's. Aspen had just been going along with it. She hadn't gotten the vision, not until now.