Mad Bomber Thomas Novels & Stories

Liam said Jolly was looking at him while Thomas glaring Liam. “Do you both know Amber parker?” Liam asked, looking at them. “A…Amber” Jolly and Thomas utter in unison. “I will pay back to Mr. Black, Just let us go” Thomas roared but soon whimpered leaving his lips when a burning cigarette touched his skin. Thomas misunderstood Liam and thought he was one of Mr. Black's men coming to take back the money he had paid to buy Amber from Thomas. “Don't you think you are too loud?” Liam said, and the goons laughed.

He must have had a reason to harm Maria. “Okay, may I ask why?” Jake’s voice asked. He had that uncomfortable sound in his voice. But I heard his fingers tapping in the background. I knew I could rely on him. “He may be the lynchpin we’ve been looking for. The one who’s been willing to kill without blinking. Mr. Thomas has access to all spaces. He’s been involved the entire time as Edger Belgrave’s assistant. Maria said she knows Jacqueline paid for his loyalties. Mr. Thomas then abandoned Maria near the hospital, next to a dumpster, during the night. There he threatened her to never return, or he’d kill her.” I pieced together what I could remember of Maria’s story as told him.

"How long have you been working for Uncle Mateo?" Thomas shifted his weight, not quite meeting my eyes. "About three weeks. I was passing through and needed work." Something about his answer felt rehearsed. I'd met plenty of rogues in my time with Uncle Mateo, and they all had their stories. Some were open books, others kept their pasts locked tight. Thomas seemed to be the latter. "Where were you before?" I pressed, watching his reaction carefully. He shrugged. "Around. East coast mostly." I nodded like this satisfied me, but my senses were on high alert. Uncle Mateo had taught me to trust my instincts, and they were sending mixed signals right now. Thomas wasn't giving off any immediate th

Two men turning the corner. We froze. “Crates sealed?” one asked. “Yeah. Boss says no mistakes tonight.” Their boots scuffed closer, closer—until Thomas stepped out like a drunk, cigarette dangling. “Hey, you guys got a light?” They hesitated, guns half-raising. Too late. Thomas shot the first point-blank. I lunged, blade carving the second across the throat. Bodies hit the ground heavy, blood pooling fast. Thomas blew smoke. “Guess not.” I glared at him. “Subtle.”

"He's leading them down the road. Don't worry. We've done it before. He can get way ahead and take a new route back. We just need to wait for him." I aimed at a tall, thin man realizing it was the man from the hospital that threw down his cigarette when he got mad at my dad. "I know that guy." "I've seen a few I know too, Babygirl. Just put him out of his misery." Thomas shot twice taking three down. I shot and the thin man face planted in the dirt. "How did you just kill three with two bullets?" "Talent." Thomas grinned, pulling the trigger again. "Talent my ass." I laughed, killing two more.

It’s a miracle he’s still breathing. “So what’s up?” I ask, standing beside Thomas. Thomas’s eyes glint with a cold fury. “You know how we doubted if the Kazan gang was back, even though every sign pointed to it?” He doesn’t wait for my response, grabbing a fistful of the man’s hair and wrenching his head back. The man lets out a pitiful whimper. “Look no further,” Thomas snarls. I stare at the broken man. “Why?” “Because I caught this bastard trying to blow up our club,” Thomas spits, each word dripping with venom. “If we hadn’t caught him, you’d be standing in ashes right now.”

“He told me... he told me he was fine. You made me send him a message. I don't understand, where was he when he listened to it?” Thomas ashamed, “ He was in jail.” A long silence followed. Then the mother, still sitting, whispered, “Why are you here, Thomas?” “It is Marco's wish. Look I promise I won't live with you guys, but I need you guys to leave this place to a better one. The police are after me, but I have to ensure your safety first.” He looked around at the peeling walls, the cracked tiles on the floor, the broken heater near the window. “This place isn’t safe anymore. The bridge raid was only the beginning. Anyone linked to Marco is a target.”

Moore asks as he shakes my hand and I smile, patting his back. “I’m good, man. How’s the girls?” I ask, and he smiles, walking to his locker and retrieving the picture of his two little girls. “Fuck, they are growing fast,” I say and he nods, looking lovingly at the picture. “He’s going to buy a gun soon. Shine is almost a teenager,” Thomas says as he rests one hand on my shoulder and I nod. “Keeping the guys away,” I say, and Thomas laughs, nodding. “I can already see him running after the guy,” Thomas lets out as Moore smacks him on the back of the head.

This is the least bloody Thomas has ever been. “We don’t know, boss,” Seth mumbles. “I will tell you” Thomas says as he stabs Matteo in the stomach. Matteo groans in pain, wrapping his hand around the blade but doesn’t dare to remove it. "That you two fools thought you could rape Melina and get away with it," Thomas says as he moves the blade back and forth. “You two are the biggest fools on his planet,” Thomas says as he pulls the blade from Matteo’s stomach and stabs him in the heart. He pulls his gun from his waistband and shoots him between the eyes.

If he got tired, he would stop his hand because he was afraid that the cutter would slip due to sweat in his hands. "Di Kope Kom Di Kope Koom" "Heads are coming. Heads are coming." A black man came screaming. Now all the other men were holding people's necks and bending down. Xavier quickly hid the cutter. He had a concussion in his neck. And the neck was down, and in front of it were many men's feet. "War on Hill Begasi" "Where is all the stolen goods?" There was a squeaky sound. Maybe he could understand only a few words. He was asking for stuff from the rest of the people.