The First Shot Novels & Stories

"On my mark." He nodded, signaling to the rest of the men. The safeties on our guns clicked off in unison. The plan was simple—hit them fast, hit them hard. No survivors. I raised my hand. Then I dropped it. Chaos erupted. Gunfire shattered the silence, ripping through the night like a violent symphony. The first shots took out two men before they even knew what was happening. The rest scrambled, shouting orders, diving behind crates for cover.

Then, she slowly kissed him. In a split second, he instinctively turned his face sideways to shun the kiss. I mused, "Did he happen to remember my words?" I had told him not to betray me after marriage and that he was not to hug or kiss anyone of the opposite sex other than me. Shaking my head, I thought I was being delusional. Owen would never care what I had said to him. Sonya's expression froze. She bit her lip before standing up straight in disappointment. "Sorry for crossing the line. For a moment, I forgot you're a married man."

A shot was fired. It startled everyone outside. Melvin’s first reaction was to punch one of the guards in the face and took over his gun. The other man pulled his gun from the back of his pants but Melvin was too fast for him. He shot the second man in the leg and arm and took his gun too.

Chapter 50: Not Bulletproof Regina’s P.O.V The front gate was all but run over by the large black van that had crashed into the gate before the shots started getting fired. If I had to guess, I’d say that the first shot was fired by the guards at the gate to stop the approaching van itself.

“But always on fire within. Now shoot.” She pulls the trigger and BANG! The bullet spearheads through one of the bottles and it cracks. Bullseye. I hear her gasp in surprise and she turns around to face me, our faces only inches apart and for the first time, I can see a glimmer of hope in her eyes. It is her first successful shooting. I smile too and ruffle the hair on her head. “That’s my girl,” I open my mouth to tell her before catching myself. What did I almost just say? I clear my throat and I tell her, “Again.”

I could never remember her because I’d been so young when she… when she… “Not now. Not now.” I muttered under my breath and stood up. The floodlights hit me all at once, blinding white. I squinted through them, counting the shapes behind the light. Six. No, eight. More gathering at the edges. “I said drop your weapon!” I raised the knife higher. “Come and fucking veg iy!” The first shot hit the fountain behind me. Stone exploded. I didn't flinch. The second shot came closer. I still didn't move.

The First Shot I felt the bullet before I heard it. The air shifted—hot, fast. Then—glass exploded. “Down!” A hand slammed into my chest, shoving me back. I hit the floor hard, the scent of whiskey and smoke mixing with the sharp tang of gunpowder. The room was chaos. Shouts. Scraping chairs. The metallic click of guns being drawn. Another shot. I rolled, pressing against the floor, my heart hammering. Then—silence.

Guns were drawn on both sides, and the others who weren’t part of either family decided quickly whose side to fight on. I smiled, the kind that froze a room. Slowly, the smile disappeared, and I raised my gun, a ruthless glare invading my expression. Without restraint, I fired the first shot. ** My men helped me through the front door, one of them supporting most of my weight while another stayed close behind. Every step sent a sharp wave of pain through my body, but I forced myself to keep moving. My mind was somewhere else. “Where is Celine?” I asked, my breaths uneven.

Then— Marcus raised the gun and shot. The first shot hit Margaret in the chest. Her body jerked violently, a wet, choking sound escaping her throat as blood bloomed across her blouse. Her eyes widened in shock and pain. She tried to speak, but only a gurgling cough came out. She collapsed sideways, twitching, blood pooling rapidly beneath her. Liam watched in silence, his face pale. Marcus turned the gun toward him.

"Let's finish this." The first shot rang out, a deafening crack that shattered the silence. Zane moved with inhuman speed, dodging to the side, but the bullet grazed his arm. He hissed in pain, his eyes flashing with anger. "You'll regret that, Alex," he spat, charging at me.