Matan Shooter Novels & Stories

Matteo raised his gun, shaking, teeth gritted. “You don’t get to talk anymore.” Lazaro collapsed. No final words. No dramatic last breath. He just... died. Matteo’s gun slipped from his fingers. “I had to,” he whispered. “I know.” I reached for my comm. “Rue. Rue, can you hear me?” Static. “Anyone. We need evac. Matteo’s hit. I repeat, Matteo is—” Crack. A bullet hit the wall near my head. I ducked, pulling Matteo behind a marble pillar.

That's all that matters now. We are just outside the shelter. It should be easy to go in if not for the bullets raining around us. Yvonne shrieked when the concrete wall behind us was hit. "Fuck," I growled as I held her tighter. "Stay down." "Go in!" Matias yelled as he ran closer to us. He was shooting against the enemies when he suddenly fell. He was shot! "We have to move," I pulled her arms to help her when I saw a red dot on my chest. Fuck! I'm targetted! I had no choice but to grab Yvonne, pulling her to drop to the ground as I covered her.

I couldn't even move. "Laura, run." Matteo said as he pulled out his gun finally identifying where the gunshots were coming from "Please, don't hurt my son," Maya screamed to nobody else in particular. Matteo was talking to her and that was when I noticed what the gun man's target was. MATTEO. Matteo was facing back, when I saw the gunman about to fire, without hesitating, I threw myself in front of Matteo. The bullet struck me in the stomach, but I barely noticed the pain. All I could think about was saving the man I loved.

“You think she’ll thank you for putting a bullet in her brain?” “I’m saving her!” Matt sobbed. “From you!” “Then look at her,” I challenged. “Look at what you’ve done to the woman you love.” Matt hesitated. His eyes flickered down to Eliana’s face for a fraction of a second. It was all I needed. Bang. The shot didn’t come from me. It came from the catwalk. Christian. The bullet struck Matt’s right shoulder, shattering the bone. Matt screamed, the gun flying from his hand as he spun around from the impact. He collapsed to the ground, clutching his shoulder.

Her hands gripped mine tightly, and as she struggled, she explained, "Let me go! I'm not pretending. I don't remember anything. I don't know who Aliyah is..." I squeeze more force, "I give you one last chance. If you continue to deceive me, don't blame me for strangling you!" Her face slowly turned red, and her eyes filled with tears, but she kept her mouth shut and didn't say a word. In her eyes, I see utter hatred. 'My Mate! I want to release her. Damn you! I will kill you if you dare to hurt her! Release her quickly, Charles!' Ryan screams furiously in my head. He was furious when he saw that his mate was about to be killed by me.

My finger rests gently on the trigger. They shout, but I lift my voice over them, calm and sharp. “Un’altra mossa e gli sparo. Vi giuro su Dio.” One more move and I shoot him. I swear to God. The man beneath me trembles slightly. I feel it through my knees. “Matias non sarà contento se uno dei suoi muore per vostra stupidità.” Matias won’t be pleased if one of his own dies because of your stupidity. That does it. They hesitate, now conflicted.

Lightning cracked across the sky again. For a split second, the world turned white. And in that white flash– I saw it. Lucian wasn’t aiming at Matteo’s head. He was aiming lower. At Matteo’s shoulder. A disabling shot. Risky. Precise. Matteo’s finger tightened on the trigger. Lucian fired. The gunshot split the night. Matteo screamed as the bullet tore through his shoulder, his grip loosening just enough— I dropped, rolling away. Another shot rang out.

His posture was relaxed in the way predators were relaxed—because they knew they were in control. Other men stood nearby. Silent. Obedient. Waiting for his command. Matteo clenched a gun in his hand, playing with the trigger. His smile was so different from what he had ever seen. It was cruel. " I have not need for you." his voice carried in a cold echo. A gunshot ran out. The whimpering man tied to a chair stopped whimpering. A hole in the middle of his head. Blood splattered on his shirt. He tsked in disgust.

The warehouse exploded into violence. Gunshots deafened me. Matteo moved like a storm—dropping one man with a precise headshot, then tackling another who tried to flank us. I grabbed the pistol from the floor and fired at a shadow rushing toward me. The recoil jarred my injured side, sending white-hot pain through my ribs, but I kept shooting. A man screamed as my bullet caught his leg.

another suggested with a leering grin. Just as the uncomfortable situation escalated, one of them noticed Stuart and recoiled in fear. "Who's this?" he stammered, eyeing Stuart with trepidation. "Pardon the intrusion, but my boyfriend's been shot. He's dying. Please, you have to help us," Christi implored desperately. "Help you? Do we appear benevolent to you?" they retorted, inching closer. Regret laced her words as she appealed, "I understand, but I'm left with no alternatives."