Novel & Cerita Matan Shooter

The same way that I thought I was invisible, I thought Matson could not get to me but boy was I wrong. Matson ~”I DID NOT SHOOT HIM. He tried to take the fucking gun and it went off.” Rey ~”Why the fuck where you holding it at his shoulder?” Matson ~”I was trying to aim it at his head.” Bruce ~”Well you were way off you fucking idiot.” Matson ~”What? Would you rather wanted me to shoot him in the head?” Summer ~”It would have helped if you did not shoot him at all.”

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!”

Ricardo grinned, a nasty glint in his eye. "You do the honors," he said, stepping aside to give me a clear shot. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. I raised the gun, aimed at Matteo’s knees, and fired… once, twice, both bullets sinking deep into his legs. Blood sprayed across the floor like a broken pipe. Still, Matteo didn't fall. Not yet. Ricardo clapped a hand on my shoulder. "Welldone.” Then he stepped past me and drove the butt of his gun into Matteo’s temple for good measure.

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

Matteo took the gun from me, snapping me out of my gaze. “Are you listening?” he asked. “I lost focus.” He placed the gun back in my hand. “Again.” This time, I tightened my grip, raised the gun, aligned the shot, and fired. Matteo watched in silence. “Good.” “Training ends here. Ethan will take you back.” As I gathered my gear, Matteo's eyes caught mine across the room. He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, blocking my exit. “You did well today,” he said.

I asked across the corridor. My voice traveled to him fast as it was dead silent at night. " I don't know, Hannah," he replied, looking back down at the floor. " Did the security cameras not show anything? How did Matt get shot if there was so much security around the house?" I asked, moving towards him and taking a seat next to him. " The shooter knew the entire security system to the back of his palm. He knew where and how to hide in a way that we cannot even identify his height. The only thing that we can be certain of is that the person is a male. The police have been informed, Hannah. They will get to the bottom of this," Daniel reassured, placing his palm on my thigh.

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.