Novel & Cerita Matans Shooter

And he did after hours, thankfully. But then, everything crumbles down when I received a call from Matias. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Matias?! Dad and I were just texting each other after he arrived! What do you mean, he's dead?!" I gripped on my phone tightly. Jon signalled Janna to take Kierro out of the house first, and she immediately nodded. Matias cried from the other line. "M--Miss... I'm sorry, b-but... he... he was shot in the head. We tried to... we tried to protect him, b-but... I'm sorry, Miss!"

He paused recalling it was the homeless woman he killed days back. "Oh... Would you spare me if I hadn't killed her?" Luca did not respond and stared him down. "Oh seriously... A fvcking homeless b¡tch, a--" Luca silenced him with two quick shots in the head and he died on that spot. The underboss pulled out his device and called his CCTV operator. "Are you in position? Matt" "I am boss. Found a good vantage point in the area and I fvcking love this baby. It's the latest model" He snickered referring to the sniper weapon.

“Oh cut the shit Santos. You and I know that you weren't planning on letting me walk away just like that.” The man we suspected was still with Santos fired a bullet at me. Luckily, my reflexes were fast and I moved out of the way. I aimed my gun at him, the bullet went right through his temple. Marco’s voice came through the earpiece again. “We've swept the area boss, she's not here.” I swore, still holding the gun in front of me. I knew Matthias had his gun pointed towards where Santos was hiding but I couldn't take any chances. “What's the matter, Luca? Trouble in paradise?” Santos taunted.

They weren't letting this one take out their platoon-man or woman. "See the thickness around the chest?" Matt said to Stephon. "Got it. He's not getting any closer." Matt hunkered down and watched his friend's steady pull of the trigger. The loud pop echoed; his earplugs made it sound like a dull thud. "Chest shot, but no explosion." Stephon lined up his rifle sight. Matt rolled his eyes. "No shit, Sherlock. Want me to try?" Matt felt a tap on his shoulder and looked behind him at the platoon leader who had crawled over.

“But you wanted my approval more than you loved either of my children.” Matteo’s finger tightened against the trigger. Alessia stepped forward. “Don’t.” “He deserves it.” “He does.” “Then let me finish this.” “No. Choose not to become him.” For a moment, Matteo seemed to listen. A gunshot came from the hallway. Blood spread across his chest. Dante fired past him, killing the Romano soldier in the doorway. Matteo collapsed. Alessia reached him and pressed both hands against the wound. “Stay with me.”

Likewise, she could almost taste it. At a stone’s throw, the brawny naked man in charge grabbed a pistol from one of the men clad wholesomely in black military attire, who had not shifted. He put what looked like a tranquilizer dart into it. Shit! The drumming of her heart increased as she hurriedly went over the last boulder at the top. He fired and it pierced her left calf as she went out of their view.

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.

He was quiet for a moment. "I know that too," he said. I looked at him through the blurred edges of tears I wasn't trying to stop. "You're not going to say it, are you," I said. Something moved in his expression. The thing that lived near where a smile would be. "I'll say it," he said quietly. "When I find a moment that's worthy of it." I looked at him. "Matthias," I said. "Yes." "You were shot with silver six hours ago."

Paolo shouted through the line as the sound of his own shotgun started booming from the lower trenches. "I see him and he's already dead," I muttered, and I didn't feel any hesitation or any of the old sickness in my throat as I watched the man's chest cave in through my crosshairs because every drop of blood they spilled on the asphalt was just a small down payment for what they did to my friends at the churchyard. "Matteo, you need to slow down your rhythm because you're burning through the special magazine too fast and we don't have another crate of these heavy rounds at the base," Alessia’s voice suddenly cut into the frequency from her position near the lower gate.

What was there not to believe? I knew she didn't know him. I'd never doubt Abby, but him, to him, this was something more. Damian continued to talk. "I met Matthias today and…" his voice trailed off. He was fighting back tears. I could hear every drop in every word and how he tried to fight through them.