Shiroko Robber Novels & Stories

Especially not when he was stood with a rogue himself. "You can't exactly judge," I replied as I pointed to the guy. "He was part of Moon Shadow prior to their downfall. He just hasn't been fully accepted into the pack," Luca said. I could see his fists clenched at his side and I could hear the way in which he was controlling his breathing which only served to make me smile to myself.

The necklace around her throat glowed faint crimson beneath her skin. Roberto’s expression darkened immediately. “No…” Then he felt it. Another presence. His body went still. Very slowly Roberto lifted his head. And saw the figure standing near the windows. Tall. Motionless. Drenched in black robes stained heavily with blood. The hood concealed its face completely. But Roberto knew. The second he saw it— He knew. For the first time in a very long time— Actual shock crossed Roberto Francesco’s face. The figure laughed softly. “You look disappointed to see me.”

His hair fell over his eyes blocking his view. Reminiscing on the past had no effect on Arya, so Rishabh tried something else. ‘Our lives can never be normal again,’ said Rishabh, ‘unless we figure out who did it. Surely there is no sleep for me today. To be honest, I am a bit scared to be under the same roof as a murderer.’ Arya exhaled heavily, and returned to his thoughts. Rishabh could feel his teeth clench in rage. ‘It is almost clear that one of the insiders did it. I have got to know the truth. I have to ... I must.’

She winked, smiling at me. “Hibiki is a cop. He was at the protest in an official capacity.” she explained to her friends. “A cop?” Hachiro’s body language instantly changed. He was now in full bodyguard mode. His body straightened and tightened as he readied to possibly strike. “Will you knock it off. He’s only cuffed me during sex.” Yūri sighed. “Somehow not surprised.” Mayu snickered. Hachiro didn’t relax, though I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.

m. "We tell him it was a tragedy." A grin cut across Shinjiro's face. "We tell him Moretti had an army waiting at Pier 4. We tell him Taro and Yosuke fought hard before their throats got cut. We'll even manage a tear or two, if the old man wants a show." "Ichiro wanted a win tonight, boss." "I'm giving him a long, bloody war instead." Shinjiro's voice sharpened. "And while he's busy fighting Dominic, I'm taking the keys to his tower. Drive."

And something inside him snapped completely. Not panic. Something worse. Rage so absolute it became calm. Two armed men appeared at the bottom landing. Ciro shot the first one in the head before the man fully registered who he was looking at. The second barely got his weapon up. Three shots. Chest. Throat. Face. The body hit the ground hard. Ciro kept moving. His chest tightened violently. He reached the main staircase just as Kane reappeared. “Nothing upstairs,” Kane said sharply. “One of the staff said they saw Black taking a woman downstairs toward the lower levels.”

The robber fell, coughing, unable to get up. The third and fourth robbers lasted longer. They tried to fight back, swinging their guns like clubs. But the men in black suits were too fast. One punch to the face, one kick to the chest, and both fell together. The fifth robber, the one who had threatened Alexandro, stood frozen. He looked at his four comrades already lying on the floor. He dropped his gun. His hands went up. "I... I surrender..." he whispered. Marco approached. He looked down at the robber.

He asked and the guard closed his eyes for a second before he opened them and nodded his head. “Hold your hands out now” Mr Rover ordered and still shaky, the guard did as he was told. Then Mr Rover took two steps back and it all happened so fast. He shot him twice in both palms and I couldn't even scream this time. I just stared in a state of shock… like I was stuck in a trance. “You were assigned to bring her to me but you had the audacity to hit her and even lied to me. Nobody touches what's mine and you did just that… so let's see how you can use those hands to hit anyone again. That's your payback, bastard”

Suddenly, a piercing scream cut through the stillness of the night. Captain Juan and his men rushed toward the isolated cage where they had been holding Ichiro. When they arrived, they found him lying on the ground, his eyes wide open, staring blankly at the sky. His throat had been slit, blood pooling around his body. Juan knelt beside him, his pulse quickening. He hadn’t given the order for Ichiro’s execution yet. Someone had taken matters into their own hands. Roberto, standing nearby, scanned the area, his hand instinctively reaching for his weapon. “Whoever did this… they’re still here,” he muttered, his eyes narrowing as he peered into the surrounding darkness.

As soon as he had landed and donned his clothes, the Prince came forward and asked him to cross swords with him to prove his skill, saying: “Let us two prove, who is the better swordsman, you or me!” The robber agreed with delight, feeling certain of victory, for he was famous as a fencer in his province and he did not know who his adversary was. He seized quickly what he thought was his sword and stood on guard to defend himself. Alas! For the rebel the sword was the wooden one of the young Prince and in vain Takeru tried to unsheathe it—it was jammed fast, not all his exerted strength could move it. Even if his efforts had been successful the sword would have been of no use to him for it w