Ronnie Van Zant Last Words Novels & Stories

I asked him. He stopped in his tracks and shook his head. “Vincent Smith.” I told him. “Remember that.” He nodded his head so much, that I feared it will fall off his head. “Shoo!” I waved him towards the door. When he got to the door and reached for the handle, I called out to him. “Are you sure you did not forget anything?” “No Sir, I di..” Poof! Those were his last words, as my Colt 1911 let off some steam. Oops! Maybe one of the steam bullets touched his forehead mistakenly.

Grabbing her I brought her to my chest and rubbed her back. “Its okay love, I am here. We will get her back.” Ronnie said through me. ‘Wait, what do you mean Ronnie? She just said that the little girl died.’ I had asked. He was almost dead certain that Zoey was still alive. “Roman, Zoey is dead. She never even made it out of those damn cells.” Lucy cried out. “Not Roman love, and you are wrong. I can sense her. I do not know how to explain it but she is alive, and I think I know how to find her.” Ronnie growled out though me. Looking back to Samuel I knew it was my turn to explain.

And the man collapsed heavily onto the ground. A dull thud echoed. His eyes remained open, staring at nothing. Yet just before the last breath left him, his trembling finger lifted weakly. He pointed at Mannie. "God… will come… for you…" His voice was barely a whisper. Lost in the chaos. No one heard him. Mannie rushed forward without thinking. Her knees hit the ground hard as she gathered Zane into her arms. "Zane… Zane…" Her voice broke. His body felt warm.

"So you're admitting it?" "You killed Margaret Ashcroft?" "Why did you do it?" The police began moving toward her. But Vanessa raised one hand. "Relax." Strangely— Everyone actually fell silent. Because they knew something far bigger was about to come out of her mouth. Vanessa looked toward Margaret's coffin. Her eyes were cold. "On my last day at that villa, I cried." Her voice carried clearly across the funeral grounds. "I begged Leonard not to leave me." Her gaze shifted to Leonard.

he explains, sadness in his voice. " And you are not worried? Did you at least try to find her?" I spat through gritted teeth. " I wanted to, but Valentina said if I do that, she'd kill me. Aperently, Ronny is in another country , under a false name, studying and having her best life. At least, that's what her mother says. She broke up all ties even to the Sinclairs and just randomly let her mother and father know that she was still alive. " he explains.

“Too quiet.” Parker answers next. “She’s shut down. She does that right before she breaks.” Callen grumbles, “Or before she does something goddess-y.” Ronnie’s tone is calm. “Do not push her. She needs stillness to process what she witnessed.” I cut the link off before they can argue about it. Right now my priority is the woman beside me, the woman who just closed the final chapter of her old life and watched it die on the pavement. Paige finally speaks, barely above a whisper. “I didn’t want him dead.”

“It was my fault.” “What was?” I looked up at my uncle, and he pulled away. “He’s dead because of me.” He shook his head as a sob broke through. He looked back into my eyes as more tears trailed down his face. “He stopped answering, and I can’t get through to him.” He screamed, and the sound would haunt me for years to come. “Beta Ronnie.” Rowan stepped up next to us, but Ronnie was shaking again. “I’m not a Beta, look at me.” He snarled. He dropped to his knees as Tina ran up to us. “I’m pathetic.” Ronnie looked down at his hands as if he were seeing something that wasn’t there.

I don't know how long will I be there but long enough that I can get over it. Ronny came to see me a few hours later because his parents informed him of my departure for Africa, he was a little worried about me Ronny: are you sure you want to leave?! I do. Ronny: Have you heard from the other one?! Me: no I don't Ronny: if you want I know people who can avenge you just one word and I ask them Me: are you talking about the truant for whom you work?! Ronny: sort of Me: don't become like them it's not a life

We would not survive. “Fall back!” I roared. “Fall the fuck back, now!” They heard me. Thank God they heard me. The Revenants started pulling out, covering each other as they moved for the exits. I turned just in time to see Ronn being hauled upright by two of our guys, his arm slung over their shoulders, his leg soaked red. “Get Ronn out!” I yelled. They dragged him toward a waiting van outside. Someone threw the doors open and they shoved him inside. More of my men piled in after him, guns up and watching the doors.

“I… failed… you.” Zane shook his head, “No, no, you didn’t. We’ll get them back.” He kissed Anthony gently on the lips. “Humans.” He said and breathed his last.