Matans Shooter Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

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.

Especially if all my brothers are gone. Shawna, I'm sorry baby. I line up my weapon to my eyes, blinking a few times to get more sand out. Before I can make a move, something zooms in front of me and begins firing into the shadows. I hear more grunting and yelling and that's when I see him, Matthews, with a badly bleeding leg is barely standing and begins firing right in front of me.

He howled and dropped, before he could reach for his weapon again, I had it in my hands. I didn’t hesitate, two clean shots one to the chest, one to the head and he was still. Matteo moved with brutal efficiency behind me, keeping some of the shooters pinned. I caught a flash of movement above, the sniper. Without thinking, I scooped a loose piece of broken metal from the ground and hurled it with everything I had. It clanged against the support beam, the sniper flinched, and in that heartbeat of a second, Matteo shot him.

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.

The screen lit up immediately with a paused video. I hit play and Matteo appeared. It was the same video I’d seen but this time, Raphael had managed to get me the clearest version ever. Matteo had the same jacket on, same shoes, and that same nervous glance over his shoulder. He answered a call and men stepped out of the shadows. I closed my eyes tightly as the shots rang out. I couldn’t revisit that agony. When I opened my eyes, Matteo had collapsed beside a cart of fruit. Blood bloomed fast beneath him, leaking into the pavement like ink in water. People around screamed. Some ran. The shooters didn’t even pause; they snatched his phone and vanished.

Then load the ammo into the gun. I looked in the rearview mirror, calculating the distance and position of the motorcycles. Then, I decisively poked my head out and fired six rounds in a row. After I finished, I immediately retracted my head inside. At that moment, I saw the mirror being shot. If I delay for a second, then what gets shot is my head. At the same time, rumbling sounds were heard from behind. There were four motorcycles that I hit the wheel with, and they fell immediately. Only three motorcycles were still chasing us.

Matteo whispered into my ear as he tightened his grip around me. The masked man took another step closer, his gun still trained on us. My eyes widened in terror at what was about to happen. I began shaking my head slowly, silently praying and hoping that nothing would happen. Then the deafening sound of a gunshot rang through the room. I squeezed my eyes shut. Slowly, I opened them again and saw the masked man’s body jerk violently before collapsing onto the floor. Dead. I turned just in time to see Matteo Rinaldi sliding a small shotgun back into his boots.

Even though that's exactly who I am. We all end up sitting down and they start telling us how the meeting went from a calm discussion to a shoot-out. Once Trish and Solana realize their husbands are fine, they start asking about their father. Despite being on bad terms with him, he's still their blood and, now that they know he isn't to blame, I can see the concern in their eyes. "Matthias was shot three times when Desmond's thugs opened fire," Connor states grimly. "We're lucky we all made it out of there alive."

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.