Straight Shooter Novels & Stories

Which meant that you just had to be lucky, to stay long in the game without getting arrested, or catching a bullet from a rival. He was more than aware that the line of business he was in, was not for people who were afraid to take risks. ‘No pain no gain.’ Which was a popular slang on the street, further reinforced that the game was not for the weak hearted. Ironically, their Columbian connect was a man who was extra careful. Perhaps even paranoid. Big Trey was sure that he would cancel their meeting if he was aware of what was on ground. But there was no way of reaching him, as he never made phone calls on matters regarding the business, for fear of being recorded.

He said as Emma got down covering the back of her head. Just when Hunter was about to speed down the car. He noticed one of the guys throwing spike strips on the road making Hunter growl. Before any of those guys could reach the car Hunter stepped out. "Don't come out, Mom, and call Draken," Hunter rumbled as he slammed the door shut locking the car. He got on the car's roof in two long strides and aimed his gun at the f*ckers coming his way. Hunter was able to kill a few of them but they were too many.

Mike is surely pissed because of that as the blood is dripping from his mouth. (Where are you, bastard!) The distance between them is large that it might take a full minute run to reach their position. Out of the five guys, this guy who carries the slinger is the only one who attacks Mike. Others are just lookouts. Mike started to move. Sprinting in a straight line towards the possible places of the sharpshooter, he runs recklessly. Taking action, the sharpshooter as he shoots another can juice straight to Mike. The strange slinger's rubber stretches so long that it reaches the sharpshooter's back shoulder. The rubber is thick and the holder is quite large for a slinger.

the freckled male countered. “Fucking shit talker. Better live up to your damn sass,” the alpha growled before launching a telegraphed right hook. It was a fatal flaw Lexus had. If you knew how to rile him just right, he would fall back on outmatched strength instead of his tactics.

I command “Yes.” She breathes nodding before turning her head away from me. As soon as I reach my armoury room I change into a pair of dark jeans, a black V-neck t-shirt and put on my boots. I strap on my 9mm underneath my shirt, grab my sniper case and insert my Matsuda blade onto my back. I was getting ready to party.

Only steps away, he heard the horde coming. He dropped to one knee in firing position as his teammates escorting the diplomats rushed passed, and waited. The moment the first attacker cleared the corner he fired, hitting him in the chest. The guy fell, arms outstretched, knocking back the man behind him. Hunter shot him in the head and didn’t pause to watch him hit the floor.

His shots found their mark, taking down the enemy one by one. Ryder, known for his brute strength, unleashed his fury upon the attackers. His powerful fists struck like thunder, shattering bones and sending opponents sprawling to the ground. The room echoed with grunts and groans as his relentless blows left a trail of defeated foes in his wake. As for myself, I relied on a combination of speed and accuracy. With a pistol in each hand, I weaved through the chaos, taking calculated shots that found their targets with deadly precision. Each bullet was a statement of our determination, each enemy fallen a testament to our resolve.

His shots found their mark, taking down the enemy one by one. Ryder, known for his brute strength, unleashed his fury upon the attackers. His powerful fists struck like thunder, shattering bones and sending opponents sprawling to the ground. The room echoed with grunts and groans as his relentless blows left a trail of defeated foes in his wake. As for myself, I relied on a combination of speed and accuracy. With a pistol in each hand, I weaved through the chaos, taking calculated shots that found their targets with deadly precision. Each bullet was a statement of our determination, each enemy fallen a testament to our resolve.

“GET THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!” Jax shouted, his AK forty-seven roaring to life and kicking back with such brutal force that it caused his arms to jerk upwards as he walked to the car that had now slowed down to get a better shot. His other henchmen moved with him, shooting against the car.

“Hold on.” He jerked the wheel. We spun. Skidded. Then stopped. Dust everywhere. The rival car overshot. I jumped out. Gun raised. Ran low. Fast. Precise. The shooter was climbing out. Bleeding. Angry. I didn’t wait. I fired once. He dropped. The driver lunged at me. Big. Fast. Sloppy. I ducked. Spun. Drove my knee into his gut. He staggered.