Novelas y relatos de Sicario

David asked with all his rage. "Are you surprised that I finally showed all your rottenness? Are you shocked by everything I did? How can someone so poor turn evil after being given his trust and killing his boss? You really are a demon!!!" shouted Nicole casually. David now tightened his grip on Nichole's neck and made it a little harder for her to breathe now. Jason who was in the car had managed to contact someone as Patricia ordered but the man still couldn't get out of the car because it would be a mess if he finally got out.

In a swift and quick motion i used my gun properly and shot him at the back of his head causing him to fall on the floor in the pool of his own blood. "Thanks Lena," Lucio said I kept on moving as i killed more men, I turned back to see the new leader of the Mexico syndicate Jorge son Elias trying to run away. In a swift motion i shot his left leg making him to whimper in severe pains as he fell on the floor. As i was walking towards his direction, I received a small cut on my shoulder and I turned around to see one of Elias men with a satisfied smile plastered on his fucking face as he cut me.

A knife. She felt it slice her back again and again. Her breath became ragged. She didn’t want to pass out now. Not when Bryan was not yet safe. After the fourth slice, she finally had the chance to breathe. She gritted her teeth but the pain in her back now was way past endurance. She was strong, yes, but this was just too much. “This will keep you off my path at least for the next few years. See you next time, bitch.” Yolanda said, entering her car. Lauren could only stare at the cars driving off as the tears that formed her eyes dropped

– retorquiu Sander. Respondi-lhe, tremendo de medo: - És um assassino patético que se diverte a inventar histórias fantásticas envolvendo suas vítimas. Quero, no entanto, que saibas que não tenho medo de ti. Ele me interrompeu, dizendo:

Placing all my weight against it by kneeling on the back of his palm. He squirmed beneath unable to move. I slowly Spread his fingers out "Rats don't have fingers" I spat as I brought the knife to his pinky finger effectively cutting it off without a hesitation. "FUCKK" His scream echoed around the room loudly. "I'll ask one more time WHERE THE FUCK IS NICOLAS" I roared. Still Juan said nothing. "Bro you started without me?" Diego voiced from behind me. I rose to my feet "Barely, He still has

Damian turned around. Sebastian Cain Hierro walked into the room. The cartel boss wore a dark, tailored overcoat. His striking amber eyes scanned the room, noting Leo standing guard, Aria curled on the bed, and Damian. The relaxed, sarcastic aura Sebastian usually carried was entirely gone. He brought the suffocating, heavy tension of war into the sterile hospital room.

Manuel's POV The wall exploded inward and three cartel sicarios burst through the adjacent room into the panic room where Yates stood. Time fractured into slow motion. Gunfire. Screaming. Blood spraying across white walls. Javier returned fire. I pulled Four behind a concrete pillar. Yates dove to the floor. The sicarios were professionals. Military trained. They moved with precision and fired with accuracy that came from years of killing. One of Yates' guards fell beside me. Half his face is gone. I forced myself not to look at what remained.

He was a father, a creator, a ghost of everything Mateo had been. Lorenzo’s voice cut through, fierce and steady. “He doesn’t own you. Not anymore. Pull the trigger.” The hallway pulsed with silence. Mateo exhaled, steady, final. The shot rang out. Ricardo’s body slumped to the floor, blood pooling beneath him. For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed. The weight of years shattered in one pull of the trigger. Ana whispered, “It’s done.” Diego groaned from his wound, pale but alive. “Not yet. His men, when they hear that...”

"Now, to make up for what you've been through, we've decided you deserve to know. Including why we hired you as Shahnaz's stand-in." "To be used as a sacrificial pawn in your shadow war against that guy named El Gato?" Jani folded her arms. "I've done a little research too. El Gato, real name Joaquin Munoz, is a sicario working under Don Esteban Arellano, the leader of the Tijuana Cartel in Mexico. Don't think I haven't been staying up at night doing something besides crying over my miserable fate." Bastian exchanged a brief glance with Nathan.

Her cries echoed off the walls. After she came, Diego pulled out and made her suck two of his most loyal enforcers while he started working on Rico. He cut him. Burned him with cigarettes. Broke fingers one by one. Every time Rico screamed in agony, Diego would reward Sofia by fingering her soaked pussy or slapping her ass approvingly. The power of the moment twisted something inside Sofia. She felt disgusted with herself. She also felt powerful. Wanted. Owned in the deepest way possible. When Rico finally broke and started spilling every detail about the betrayal, Diego ended it with a single gunshot to the head. The body slumped. Two men dragged it away to be disposed of.