Murder Knocks Twice Novels & Stories

"We live in a fucked up world that you all don't know a single thing about. Let's have fun." *** Three knocks on the boss's office door. "He-" Three shots. The boss didn't even get to see who killed him. Seth shot him three times. Once in the head, once in the neck, and once in the boss's collar bone. The biker woman swings a machete at Seth's head. The boss knew something was going to happen, so he prepared the woman to be near the door.

I wаѕ ready tо kіll. Tattoos thrеw a hауmаkеr that I duсkеd undеr and сlоѕеd іn. Hе trіеd to gеt hіѕ fists uр іn a guard fоr hіѕ face but I grаbbеd both hіѕ ears in the ѕрlіt ѕесоnd they wеrе dоwn. I уаnkеd his head dоwn wіth all my strength, mу rіght knее coming up wіth аll mу роwеr. The two соnnесtеd and I іmmеdіаtеlу fеlt аnd heard hіѕ nose snap аnd twо tееth соmе оut, сuttіng me іn thе process. I thіnk I knосkеd thе son оf a bіtсh оut in thаt оnе mоvе. Rеgаrdlе ѕѕ, hе flорреd down and lay there, breathing thrоugh thе blооd guѕhіng оut of hіѕ fасе.

And with a pull of the trigger the man that was on his knees was on the floor as blood flowed his head. Ralda gasped, taking a step back to fall down from the flower. Oh God! He was a maniac. "I told you to never eavesdrop, didn't I?' She looked up, her eyes already welled up with tears. This man was a heartless murderer. "Are you deaf? or dumb?" He frowned, the gun still in his hands as he glared at her small figure. "You killed someone...twice." She hipcupped and he scoffed.

Nothing more, no emphasis no explanation, no codes, no hints, no idea I walk back into the room shutting the door behind me and making sure to lock it, we are coming? What on Earth does it mean? Who is coming and why are they coming? This can't be a joke by a pack member and the knicks were of irregular pattern. Now I think carefully about the knock; it seemed to have been a repetition of a pattern. " Tap,tap, tap two tap tap Tap,tap, tap two tap tap Tap,tap, tap two tap tap

He was going to do it, kill that baby. "T-Bone, don't do it… Please," I screamed, but it was too late. We fired two double taps plus one: Keegs and me in unison. His body jerked, struck by the rounds. Blood, a dull pink mist, spewed into the air. The baby fell to the ground with a wailing cry. T-Bone fell to his back as a steady, bloody fountain flowed from his neck, chest, and leg. It pooled near his head and hips.

Knock, knock, knock! The knocker was surprisingly polite, only three knocks, each perfectly timed. Julia was on the brink of realizing a long-held wish, and that knocking was not about to mess up her groove. She was ready to press on! Knock, knock, knock! The persistent knocking sounded again, as if the person would not stop until the door came down. Walter's heart, all tied up in knots, found the knocking to be a godsend, a few gentle raps pulling him back from the brink of doom.

The noise came again, slower this time, like someone deliberately putting weight on each step. The woman’s hand slid toward the knife hidden in her boot. The footsteps stopped outside our door. A pause. Then—three slow knocks. My chest tightened. The signal. But Ethan didn’t move to open it. The knocks came again. Three. The same as the man had said. Still, Ethan stayed frozen. His eyes met mine, sharp with unspoken warning. “That’s not him,” he mouthed. Something cold slid down my spine.

Both of them froze, eyes darting to the heavy wood. Another knock, firm, deliberate. The air tightened in the room. Lucy’s hand hovered inches from his, her voice barely above a whisper. “Austin… who is that?” The knock came again, louder this time, echoing into the silence.

“Hope that can of Coke isn’t the serial killer, ‘cause you’re squeezin’ it half to death.” I glance down at my tightened knuckles, realizing the metal's crumpling in my grip and I release my clenched fists. I force a weak chuckle, tossing the mangled can aside. “What’s up?” Her smirk fades and she lets out a sigh, as she drops a coin in the vending machine. “There’s been another murder...” My brows shoot up. “Another? Where?” “Under Parkston Bridge. Brutal, this one. It's even worse than the others.”

I winced when the knife came out from the back of his throat, the last meal I ate forcing it’s way up. I tried not to throw up. Stepping towards him, I kicked his body to be sure he was dead. What? If you want to kill a man, you have to do it properly. I let out a gasp as the door knob rattled, a knock coming next. “Open this now.” The person ordered. Shit. I spent too much time with this one. I immediately reached for my shirt as a louder knock came, the door knob rattling more vigorously. Shit shit shit.