Mad Bomber Thomas Novels & Stories

Bobby shook the dagger and said coldly, “Thomas, you should ask other people who am I. In the underworld, everyone calls me Boss Bobby. I was giving you respect when I came to apologize to you, but you think too highly of yourself. Do you think I’m a doormat? “Let me get it straight. As long as you sign the contract obediently, we’ll remain friends, and I won’t treat you badly. You’ll the money you deserve. “But if you insist on remaining pretentious, I’ll stop being polite to you. “Your wife is pretty. You don’t want her face to have a few scars, right? It won’t look good, isn’t it?” His words completely angered Thomas and touched Thomas’s nerve. Among all the provocations, what Thomas hate

Alaric said with a grin on his face and snapped Thomas' neck. Rodrigo jumped down when he saw the fight was over and checked Thomas' pulse for any sign of life. "He's gone. Mr Mayday must be very desperate if he would send someone to kill you." "I don't understand something though. Why would he send Thomas of all people?" " I don't understand, " Rodrigo said, confused. Thomas looked well built with muscles and all , he could pass for a killer. " Thomas is a complete coward. He's only words and nothing else. Last we met he couldn't even kill a chicken and now he's brave enough to kill me? "

Thomas's hand covers mine, and he brings it to his lips, kissing the stinging skin. "I don't know if he's wrong," I sigh, leaning my head back against the seat. "I can't believe I hit him." "It was kind of hot. I've wanted to punch that jerk since the day I met him." "Thomas," I warn him. "What? It's what I do for a living. There's something off about that guy, I can feel it." Thomas puts the car in drive and then realizes he left his wallet at home, cursing under his breath.

He had also hired the best lawyer in the nation to defend him. Ultimately, the case had been ruled as self-defense in an attempt to save others. After spending several weeks in custody, Thomas was released. Afterward, he'd refused to go back to work, and Cameron hadn't said anything. However, in recent months, videos of Internet celebrities dying on the road because of superbike crashes kept popping up on the web, which Cameron had seen. Knowing that Thomas was also pretty wild and that Elijah had broken both his legs in a car accident recently, Cameron was worried that Thomas would get hurt in a similar fashion. As a result, he had confiscated Thomas' motorcycles and forced him to find work

And through it all, Damon Riego stood at the front of the chaos, chest puffed and voice raised, blaming me. Live. On national television. “This is sabotage,” he said, finger pointed square at the camera. “This is what happens when boys with hurt feelings try to act like men.” I watched from my office, arms crossed, Thomas standing next to me sipping black coffee like it was fine wine. “You know,” Thomas said, “for a guy who manipulates entire industries, he sure falls apart fast.” “He’s not used to being caught,” I said. “He’s not used to being outplayed,” Thomas corrected.

Momentarily Halbert felt a lump form in his throat before shrieking at the top of his lungs. "MONSTER!!! Keep him away oh gods please not him! HIEYaaa! HELP!" Thomas stood in the doorway looking around the room between the two people he was faced with rubbing his head. Safe to say the time Halbert spent with Thomas had managed some lasting mental damage to him. "By the gods will you quiet down. I Had a few to many drinks last night." Thomas confidently walked into the cell and stood in front of Halbert's comrade eyeing him up and down briefly.

He leaned back into his chair, closed his eyes and let his mind wander. Thomas watched him silently. It was evident that his boss had a vendetta against Jasper Mason. Why? He didn't know. He didn't even care to know. He just awaited orders on his next course of action. As a former military man, he had learnt to obey orders with little or no reservations. Few minutes passed before Sebastian opened his eyes. “I need to cripple Jasper.” His voice was deep and vengeful. “How do you want it done, boss?” Thomas's voice was cold, clinical and professional.

"That's all I am. That's all I'll ever be. Marcus made sure of it." "You're a person who was programmed. There's a difference." "Is there? I've tried to be normal. Tried jobs. Relationships. Normal life. I fail at everything except violence. I'm good at violence. Great at it. That's what I was made for." "What do you want, Thomas? If you could be anything, what would it be?" "Not this. Not a weapon. But I don't know how to be anything else." We worked with Thomas for months. Therapy. Support. Community. Slowly he improved. Started functioning. Started believing change was possible.

"Mail room, Luna's correspondence box, omega sector bulletin board, the training gym, and now the kitchen. No pattern to the locations, no overlapping security gaps." "Because they're not doing it themselves," I growled. "They have help. Multiple helpers." "Thomas Morrison is still missing," Henderson confirmed. "We searched his residence—found evidence he'd been in contact with Madison and Courtney. Text messages, emails, planning documents." "Planning what?" Dad demanded. Henderson pulled up his tablet, showing screenshots of messages that made my blood boil. **Thomas: The omega bitch needs to go. Brittany was right about her.** **Madison: We can't get to her directly. Too many guards.**

Anything Grace or I need, Thomas has managed to get it. Thomas’s job as a butcher doesn’t pay much. But we don’t need much other than each other. Please be okay, Thomas, I need you. You can’t leave me here without you! “Tobias and I are Dragon shifters,” My eyes widen to the size of mars! Thomas told me all about Dragon shifters and how they are not good people. Thomas was born to a wolf mother and a dragon father. Thomas was classed as a mistake and thrown away as though he meant nothing to no one.