Novel & Cerita Matan Shooter

I try calming him down by telling him we are going to find our mate now but he is getting more and more agitated. I walk into a much larger man and stagger a bit. It is Beta Austin. Mate

" I ask but I stop in my words as I see a woman standing behind Myles with a gun in her hand,, Everything seems to be happening in the battling if an eyebrow as I watch her pull in the trigger and the bullet fired straight towards Myles who is taken by surprise and falls to the ground, I vamo speed towards the woman gripping her by her throat lifting her off the ground as she chokes trying to catch her words, "Let me go Laura I am your mother" Immediately I loosen the grin in her and she alunos to the floor, "Who did you say you were again?" Inasi her while she stares at me in shock and worry,

he muttered as if he was in despair, giving them a hurt look Matteo sighed out and rolled his eyes at the man's antiques "Stop spewing rubbish Stefano" Matteo gritted out, making the man in front of them to gasp out, his hands flying to his mouth "You hurt me Matteo" he faked hurt, the blonde just rolled his eyes again, he wondered how Stefano could be so dangerous and yet act so unserious and childish all the time Spade could still hear a few gunshots, he looked up and tried to locate any high building that could possibly be the targeting area of the shooter, there were a few and they were standing out in the open, no shelter, they could easily get shot at.

he announces. My voice oozes with defiance as I respond, "Do whatever you want, but remember this: I won't let myself become a weapon against my father." Mat's eyes sweep over the room, his gaze fixating on his comrades. A mischievous grin forms before he starts moving towards me, stumbling like a drunkard. When he reaches me, he kneels down, pointing his gun.

She dropped instantly as two more shots rang out. Matteo returned fire toward the ridge. Lucien kicked open the door, ducked low, drew his Glock, and moved to flank. The shooter above moved into position— —and was met with a bullet between the eyes from Matteo’s second shot. Lucien fired toward the west ridge. The man with the launcher misfired, the missile veering off-course and exploding into the hill. Seraphina slid across the seat, seized Lucien’s backup pistol, and popped up just long enough to tag the third attacker’s leg.

Certain. As though an invisible hand had settled against the back of my neck and refused to let go. I glanced behind me. Only trees. Fog drifted between the trunks. Leaves trembled in the light wind, and somewhere far to my right, a woman screamed. The sound ended abruptly. One hunter had already made his choice. I faced forward again. “Not me,” I whispered. Not yet. I needed Ronan to catch me. But on my terms. After I had led him away from the officials. After I had tested his strength. After I had learned whether the weapons hidden against my body could draw his blood.

“Bang!” The shot thundered through the room. Lucca’s body slammed against the bar, glass and bottles shattering everywhere. Blood soaked his white shirt. But he wasn’t dead. Matteo’s shot had missed its mark, hitting Lucca’s right shoulder instead, rendering his gun hand useless. Lucca lay among the shards, gasping for air, eyes hollow, staring at the ceiling. “Why… didn’t you just kill me?” Matteo lowered his weapon, stepping forward to drape an arm around my shoulder.

It was at the gates of Pines Ridge and Matthew's men arrived quickly. The man, however, wasn't scared at all, but put his hand out to Serena, "Serena, come here." Serena looks down, pulls out the gun Matthew is holding and aims it at him. "You're going to kill me?" There was no rise or fall in his voice, just such a simple statement. "Bang!" Answering him was one of Serena's bullets. The man was shot in the shoulder and looked up at her.

someone seems to ask, but my gaze is fixed on Dad, watching him struggle as he clutches his leg that is now bleeding with the gunshot. Then that someone shakes me by the shoulders, drawing me back to reality. It’s Meera. “Nat, please say something!” she urges, tears streaming down her cheeks. “W-What happened?” I blurt out, sounding hysterical, my chest heaving dangerously. Meera points out at the door. Matt stands there with a gun in his hand. When his eyes meet mine, his hand drops, and he falls to his knees, breathing hard. Shaking my head, I yell, “What the fuck just happened?”