Makarov Quote Novels & Stories

she said. The sarcasm was very evident in her voice. "You are all cowards. If not, you wouldn't have had us held at gunpoint. You are no match for us," Marcelo said. One common rule among mafias is to never show your weakness, even in the face of death. Aurelio stepped forward. "You are right," he stretched his hand above the ship, and let the gun fall off his hand into the water. "Ending you with a gun is an easy death," he said.

The learning curve there is more mental than physical. And still Alden backed down. Ms. Beast preens inside me, and it's hard not to give her the strut walk she's aiming for. Another time. I turn back to the weapons and pull Bertha down again and lift her strap over my shoulder. Next, I take two Makarovs off the lower shelf and secure them to my belt. King's been teaching me about Russian weapons which is what Cuba had to offer when the Shadow Warriors arrived. While the AK is a better friend, I've become capable both right and left-handed with the Makarovs.

Unlike Beck "Hey! Where have you messed up? When your brother comes here soon, I really can't help it. Makarov was a little hesitant. Actually, Richard was colder than all three of them. Sometimes he killed people because he could not speak. "Ha ha, why are you afraid? Your brother won't dare to come here, your father still respects you, your brother is a...... aaaaa! " Before she could say it, her collar was lifted up, causing Sanna to scream, looking at her now like a puppy caught and dangling by its owner.

"But I'm interested in how your seven years had been without me, considering I used to be the only thing in your life that could make you smile." "Highly debatable. Ryan Reynolds makes me smile." "Gay," Marcos said in a sing song voice, causing Paris' face to twist into a grimace before he chuckled, saying, "I'm serious, Don. How was your first kill? Who was he? Why did you kill him?"

"That thing is mass destruction itself..." ‎ ‎He spotted a body nearby. One of the his comrades but already dead. A wolfsbane rifle lay beside him."Nice" He said, reaching out for it. ‎ ‎"No..." I gasped, but he didn't hear me. ‎ ‎Marcus picked up the gun with a smirk ‎"That wolf has lost it," he said under his breath. "No wolf I've seen so far does that much damage... Not even the ones on our kill list." ‎

I could hear Volkov yelling and swearing angrily and I almost burst out laughing. “No!” his men replied in unison and I rolled my eyes. “Get them! I don’t give a fuck what you have to do. Those fucker dies. You can kill every fucking one of them.” Volkov yelled in English mixed with Russian. We moved behind a large pile of cement bags. Thank goodness the rooms were pretty much done. The walls gave us more cover as we moved about. I glanced over at Marcelo as he grabbed a long metal off the floor, flexing his shoulders to see if he could make use of the weapon with his bad shoulder that must still hurt as bitch.

Leo started arrogantly. “That your guys don’t want you anymore? Yes, I have… I am sorry; do you need a shoulder to cry on? Well, I don’t have one,” Marco teased. Funny how he could have fun with someone who wouldn’t hesitate to use the gun on him if he got too irritating.

"That's why I gave you good chair." I tool out my gun "Sixteen AK-74Us. Three crates of ammo." I sipped my drink. "You expect me to believe you moved that by your own will?" Marco's chin trembled. "I—I just drove the truck! The Bratva boys at the docks" "Ah." I set down my glass. "Now we're getting somewhere." Luca leaned against the wall, flipping a butterfly knife. "See Marco, here's the thing. Army grade hardware? That's not some drunk Russian kid's side hustle."

Everyone who heard him could only shake their heads imperceptibly to honor the loyal soul of the man. Nobody believed that the headstrong man said those words out of his own volition. “Do that and the first one whom i will kill will be your President. I would think that that would be the shortest war in the history of your worlds so far, don’t you think Mr. Paris?” Maru humored. “Next?” and he said again after a stillness of five breaths.