Mad Bomber Thomas Novels & Stories

Thomas says from the side of me as Damien growls looking at him. “Ah yes, Dr Brenden. How nice to see you again even if you are a traitor,” Thomas growls, as do I, Sandra and Sirus. Damien raises an eyebrow, and I want to knock him out. “Traitor, you call me a traitor. What about you being a traitor to the mate bond? You used Marissa as a personal blood bank for your pack and for Jessica. You nearly killed Marissa and her pup when you rejected her. But you call me a fucking traitor because I saved her and got her out of that hellhole. So if that makes me a traitor, then that is what I am. You never loved her. Only what she could do for you,” Thomas spat at him. His words like molten lava and

"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.

I narrowed my eyes as she smiled. “Thomas is not a good man. Thomas is somebody who likes to use people, likes to threaten them, likes to make them feel worthless. And if Thomas finds you a threat, trust me, you are not safe in this pack.” I scoffed. “I have been in worse situations. Thomas cannot do anything.”

"We need him, Layne, don't fuck him up, buddy." "What do you need me for?" "A banker is always a good friend to have," Liam smiled slowly. "You're free to go." "Are you sure?" Thomas asked, not quiet believing what was happening. "Unless you have more of those nude pictures," Layne interjected. "Then I want them." "You think you're a bad ass don't you?" Thomas asked.

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.

"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."

It was maddening. That’s when I pulled in Thomas. He had ties to some of the most dangerous hackers alive, people who could find even the Devil if you asked nicely enough. “Are you sure it’s smart to go after him at such a high-profile event? Security will be tight. I can spare a few of my men if you want back-up.” Another message. Thomas again.