Sheriff Robin Hood Novels & Stories

And suddenly, Emily understood something else that unsettled her deeply. If Robin Hood was doing things like this… Why did the agency want him dead? Emily’s thoughts drifted back to the briefing Knox had given her when the mission began. He had told her that Robin Hood was a dangerous criminal who had been stealing large sums of money from corporations and powerful businessmen. She had been told the agency believed those thefts threatened financial stability and needed to be stopped before they escalated further. Knox had been very clear about that. Robin Hood was the target. Robin Hood was the threat.

“Aren’t you cocky, Siberian?” “Cocky?” Siberian looked at Robin in defiance and said with a smirk, “Who do you think you are? Who are you to make that comment?” “How dare you!” A woman of the execution hall yelled furiously, “He is Chief Robin Hill, the leader of the execution hall in the Viper’s Den West State Branch.” “Robin Hill, leader of the execution hall?” Siberian said with a fake smile, “I have heard about him, but so what?

That was the main answer I need to know. "Say!" I roared. He gulped. I was about to put the knife again on his chest. "Sa...m." that was the last thing he said before dozzing off. I sensed his breathing. Damn it! That man didn't say the full name. I shouldn't behave like a psycho just now. "Take him to the hospital and give the best treatment. " I said the guards. "Mam don't you want him dead?" Robin asked at last.. He was my secret assistant who helped me for these two years in the investigation. He came from my city to help me. Although I didn't want my family's help but they assigned him for me.

He handed the small liquid bottle over to the hooded man. The hooded man gripped the bottle tightly, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of desperation and malice. "Are you sure this will make him go all out?" he whispered fiercely, staring at the clear fluid. "This is our absolute last chance. We need to bring him down tomorrow. I am not letting him take that cup from us."

The name scrapped my throat as I released it. Robin’s eyes lit up, and her hands shot to grab mine. “Yes!” God, I wish I were wrong. “What else?” I could see the scenario play out so vividly in my head: a lonely single mother looking for a strong man, vulnerable and latching onto the first guy who showed her any interest. “Well,” Robin said. “My mother mentioned getting more officers hired under that new police chief once they took out the delegation.” “You’re talking about Colleen Davenport, right?” I asked.