Matans Shooter Novels & Stories

Wren's Pov “Babe, I can explain." Caelum said, his hands effectively trapping me in place, stopping me from walking any further. We had gotten home a while ago and I was just really tired. We had left Alpha Harrison a little while after he had dropped the bomb, the man looked so smug and Caelum looked so miserable. We were in our bedroom now and I was pacing, trying to process the fact that my mate had killed another person's mate. I thought mates were sacred.

Anaís said as she stepped between the gun and me, standing face to face with him. “A savior complex? If I remember correctly, you’re the one who caused Sofía to be humiliated so badly. Don’t play the heroine now.” “This is getting boring,” Matteo said, aiming straight at Matt. “Where is my daughter?” “Why should you know? I don’t have any information that would help you.” “Well then…” Matteo pulled the trigger, sending the bullet straight into Matt’s shoulder. A firefight broke out instantly. Bullets flew everywhere, and not getting hit felt like a miracle.

He emptied the remaining three rounds of his clip straight into the third shooter’s chest, dropping the giant like a felled pine tree. The archive went dead quiet, save for the wailing siren outside. WRAAAH. WRAAAH. WRAAAH. Matteo Rossi was gone. He had fled back up the spiral staircase the second his men started dropping, his leather shoes clicking frantically against the iron steps.

"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."

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.”

Then took a few steps back before focusing my gaze on her, “I am my mom’s daughter.” With that, I fished the gun that was tucked into the back of my waistband and then fired at the half-dead body on the other side of the basement. The sound of the gun going off rang in the dense basement, I fired, and I didn’t stop until the gun was empty. And 18 rounds later, Matteo was fuckin’ dead. May he rot in hell! “Noooooooooooooooooo…” Julia shrieked covering her ears in shock as her eyes remained glued on the corpse of Matteo.

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.

, 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.

"Crawl. Do not stand up." I crawled over the broken glass. The cold wind howled through the shattered window, freezing the sweat on my skin. Sloane grabbed my arm and pulled me behind the concrete wall of the corridor. Bianca was right next to her, pale and shaking. The private elevator dinged, the doors flew open. Matteo and Dante rushed out, their guns raised. "Who did it?" Matteo yelled. His eyes searched the ruined living room. "Where is the shooter?" "Gone," Sloane said coldly. "It was a sniper from the south tower."

It was at the gates of Pines Ridge and Matthew's men arrived quickly. The man, however, wasn't scared at all, but put his hand out to Serena, "Serena, come here." Serena looks down, pulls out the gun Matthew is holding and aims it at him. "You're going to kill me?" There was no rise or fall in his voice, just such a simple statement. "Bang!" Answering him was one of Serena's bullets. The man was shot in the shoulder and looked up at her.