Mad Bomber Thomas Novels & Stories

"We don't negotiate with terrorists. I want Thomas back alive, and I'll do whatever it takes to make that happen." As the call ended, Haider took a deep breath, trying to push aside his emotions and focus on the task at hand. He was used to navigating the complexities of the mafia world, As Haider delved deeper into the mafia world's complexities, he also couldn't shake off the image of the man Ian had mentioned - Thomas, captured and held hostage by a rival gang. He was reminded of the fragile line between life and death, the stark contrast between the love he had found in Ameera and the violence that ruled his world.

“Mateo didn’t give you too much trouble yesterday while ridin’ did he? I know you and Trotter don’t like strangers,” Thomas stood from his own spot, a leather bag slung over his shoulder. “Not at all…” He sighed then continued. “But I’m sure all of us would’ve been better if someone didn’t go scamperin’ off to who knows where, doin’ who knows what to you know who,” Dodge tried to keep the smirk off his face, not failing to hear Thomas’ venomous words, but how he implied it made his own flames start to stir; Dodge made no move towards the two friends, buckling the last of his bags as Cassidy stepped up towards Thomas.

Thomas is like that, cautious, even more so when there's someone new in the lab. “Oh, this is Thomas the sniper, he keeps track of all the weapons we're given, he and Trevor take care of our materials. Trev is the one with the vehicles, he is a very good driver, even so he almost never shows it, he is embarrassing, the poor thing. But don't be confused by their pretty sweet bread faces, they are lethal weapons. —They don't have sweet bread faces. —Nathan, the almost dead one, is the boxer, the bully, the badass, although he also seems like a bread of God.

"Me girlfriend left meh to join 'em bloodsuckers, when I tried to stop 'er she narly poke me eye out. I hate 'em bloody blood suckers, no 'fence to ere guys 'ere." "None taken, but you are right. We all have been betrayed by our families and friends." Thomas said. He was the leader of the Crock clan, and had tattoos all over his arms to show his status. A scar ran across his left eyebrow that he said was caused by a run-in with April long ago.

Thomas is annoyed when he got a call from Nova. 'Something came up. Boss wants you here' the Chicago underboss told Thomas. Thomas is not pleased to hear that. He was planning to kidnap and kill Hera. But now he cannot ignore the direct orders from his boss either. So reluctantly he abandoned his plan and drove to the Gonsalves villa.

"I saw him in my memory. He was there the night Silvercrest fell. Working for Marcus. The rescue, the torture, all of it was fake." "Where is he now?" "Healer's room. Recovering from his supposed injuries." We found Thomas lying in bed, bandages covering his torso. He looked up when we entered and something flickered in his eyes. Fear maybe. Or guilt. "Thomas," Damon said calmly. "We need to talk." "About what, Alpha?" "About Silvercrest. About the night you helped massacre an entire pack." Thomas tried to deny it but I stepped forward. "I saw your face. Younger but unmistakable. You were there following Marcus's orders, killing my people, burning my home."

Thomas was a stout man whose head was now covered in greys and fine lines, a scar that wasn't there when they met now resided on his forehead, his silver eyes had lost their glow and were now bloodshot. "You must be surprised to see me after you let me rot in penury." Nathan took a deep breath as old memories flashed in his head like family photos. "I'm sorry Tom..." "It's okay Nathan, u have everything you stole from me but I have to thank you for helping me build it. It would be perfect to merge Boulderfist and Transcorp as one. Just like I had dreamt, a tower." Thomas took a seat near his daughter and I could barely see the resemblance between the two, Adriana had a deceptive demeanor tha

Standing before them was Victor Volkov, the Big Bad of the international syndicate, accompanied by Thomas White, who stood beside him pointing a gun directly at Mavric. "Forgive me, Liora," Thomas said coldly. "Our alliance only went as far as the border. Volkov offered a better deal. He gave me all the Thorne assets in Switzerland in exchange for handing you both over." Thomas looked at Mavric with hatred. "I loved your mother, Liora. But I love myself more. And Mavric... you are the price I had to pay for my true freedom." Mavric pulled Liora behind his back, staring at Thomas and Volkov with the eyes of a dragon ready to burn everything to ash.

He curled up in the cup, trying to ignore the smell of the cheeseburger. Thomas sighed and tapped on the glass. “Don’t be stubborn, boy. I know you like cheeseburgers, just turn back to your normal size, and I will give you one and a bottle of Coke to go with it. How does that sound? Huh?” Matteo looked at Thomas’s face, trying to read his expression. Was he lying? Was he trying to trick him? Matteo wished he could escape from the warehouse, but there was an electric leech on his wrist that shocked him every time he tried to run, and he hated Thomas for putting it on him and his brother and also for kidnapping them. But he was so hungry and thirsty that he could drink a river.

Thomas. Thomas had been deeply troubled by Masato's growing power. What initially seemed like a profitable partnership soon turned into a dangerous rivalry. Thomas, who also had his own connections in the underworld, saw the Red Eagles as a threat to his organization. He didn't approve of Masato's methods, and gradually, the friendship they once had dissolved into distrust and resentment.