Matan Shooter Novels & Stories

Matteo's turned to Lisa, his gaze on her bruised and battered body and for a moment, I saw the storm of rage, fury and anger flash before his Jade black eyes as his lips pressed into a thin and he clenched hard on his jaw. He didn't say a word but the pain in his eyes at sight of Lisa's vulnerable state was visible like an opened notebook. Without looking, Matteo raised his arm with the gun in his fingers and fired a few more bullets that rendered the bulky men bodies useless with more blood spreading on the ground. I felt traumatized by the cold blood bath I had seen happening right before my eyes but it was clear that he did it to let out the pain he felt in his chest, to lash out on the i

Up on the hill, released from their chains, Gerald and Doreen ran onto the scene accompanied by Hugo, freezing at the sight that met them. “No,” Gerald began shaking his head in disbelief as he stared at his best friend on the floor. “No. No. No!” His breathing quickened as he also fell onto his knees beside Damian, who was breathing laboriously, staring at the spot where he’d been shot. “This can’t be happening. Where the fuck is that bastard?!” “I shot him, and he fell down the hill,” Matamoros answered. “Fuck!” Gerald let out a scream, feeling tears burning his eyes. “This can’t be happening!”

Matteo gave them a brief moment of frigid stares before his face abruptly became expressionless since he didn't want to convey any signs of worry in his face. He stood motionless; cold and calm with the gun still pointed at them. He just want to shoot every fucking old-man down to death just to erase the memory of this day from their brains and shoot off their cocks so they won’t remember the sensation of her lips against their sinful flesh.

The shot echoed through the corridor, sharp and final. I didn’t look back. We burst through a service door into a narrow passage lit by flickering fluorescents. The maid sobbed, struggling to keep up. “Keep moving,” I said, breath tearing out of me. “Don’t stop.” Gunfire followed. Not warning shots. Kill shots. Matteo shoved us ahead of him, taking the rear, firing backward with terrifying precision. He didn’t hesitate. I didn't miss it. This wasn’t rebellion, this was survival

First she thought it must be a tree’s shadow but then she realized it’s a man with a gun. He was aiming at Easton. His back was facing her. She ran towards the place where he was standing. She shields his back. Easton felt her back behind his back, before he could turn in a matter of seconds the attacker pulled the trigger shooting her over the shoulder. He turned and she fell in his arms. “Matilda? Matilda no, open your eyes Matilda” he was screaming. ***************

, said him. "So you killed her inspite of her being loyal. Now you are going to kill me?", I asked him. "I don't have any other way. I will blame everything on him", said him looking at Matt. "I like to see you try", said Matt grabbing at his gun. I screamed and there was a shot. My eyes went wide and saw that it missed Mrs Morgan by a second. She was lying on the ground scared but safe. Matt was still trying to over power a mad man.

"I had one of my guys run a DNA test, and with his result, we were able to search millions of databases, only to discover that the shooter no longer exists." "What do you mean, 'no longer exists'?" Fabian queried as he tried to process the information he just received. "The shooter's name was Matteo Rossi, and he was called Matty by his friends," the Tech guy said. "Why are you talking in the past tense?" Fabian queried, "I need you to be clear when answering." Fabian took a few steps closer to the Tech guy. "That's because..." The Tech guy played a video of a funeral, and Fabian watched closely trying to understand before the Tech guy helped him out, "Matty is already dead."

Trigger warning! Violent assault, sexual assault - take care Quinn’s face dropped into a disbelieving gape as Matteo turned to give Antonio a disapproving glare. He looked at the two of them and laughed. He pulled his gun out and waved it between the two of them. “If neither of you move to do what I ordered someone is going to die.” “Sir…” Matteo went to object, he knew Antonio would never shoot him or Quinn. Quinn squealed and crouched into a ball and even Matteo flinched when Antonio fired a shot into the floor right between them both.

Matteo stepped into the room, his gun aimed directly at Victor. “This ends tonight,” Matteo said, his voice calm but icy. Victor turned, sneering. “Matteo. Adrian’s loyal puppy. Do you really think you scare me?” Matteo didn’t flinch. “You should be scared. I don’t miss.” Victor lunged for his weapon, but Matteo was faster. A single shot echoed through the warehouse, and Victor crumpled to the ground. The remaining men scattered, and Matteo didn’t bother chasing them. His job was done.

I took a deep breath and ran forward while aiming the submachine gun at one of the men hiding behind the back columns. When shooting, several of them shifted their attention to me, and just at that moment, Matías shot an accurate headshot. The man was falling as I jumped to protect myself in the column of the man who had just died. "Useless. It's disappointing that all our work is destroyed in seconds." He said. The place was a mess, tables destroyed, walls full of gunshots, pieces of stone scattered all over the place. "Hey, Richard. The trick is in the spotlight." Matias said.