The Goonies Chunk Meets The Fratellis の小説・ストーリー

It was one of the fucking goons. “Bro, I don’t want no problems.” The goon panted, arms raised as he backed away, his stance showing that he was about to make a run for it. “You were better off with the cops,” I said darkly. And let my bloodthirsty fist fly. It hit him square on the nose and I felt the satisfying crunch beneath my knuckles. He grunted as he staggered back, dark red liquid streaking down to his lips. I followed him, eager to knock a couple of his body parts lose some more. Maybe a few teeth, or ribs.

But this time, I didn't want them. I couldn't bring myself to destroy the presents, but I wouldn't take them into my home either. As I set the items down, I happened to glance back. I saw Matthew, Daniel, and William, who had only walked a short distance away, stop in their tracks and look back. Perhaps they'd forgotten to say something, or maybe they just wanted one last look at the sister they'd lost. They saw the gifts abandoned on the ground, and with identical expressions of grief and dismay, they quickly averted their gaze.

Gio does not know exactly what it was that Dante was framing her for, only that there were allegedly going to be bodies, enemies would be taken out, and the trash would be dealt with so that things could "go back to the way they had been before." The details of the conversation that Gio revealed tell me that my best friend has cracked. Even if he hasn't taken the love of my life to be framed for some unknown crime, he's still out. I need people in my corner with good heads on their shoulders, and Dante's entire harebrained scheme proves that he is no longer that person. "It's going to be okay." Gio's voice is soft when he speaks, breaking the silence, and I look at him, nodding once with a j

Steel mumbles beneath his breath. Frankie steps over the body and walks over to me “So how you want to handle this bro?” “Giuseppe, have someone clean this shit up before you leave. Then you and a few guys head over to the tunnels: Steel, Shadow, Frankie you’re with me. I think it’s time we visit Uncle Antonio.” Frankie gives me a sinister smirk before saying. “Well, I never liked the mother fucker any way let’s go take his ass out.” He says walking out of the office leading the way to the truck.

Carrie looked up sharply, brows raised, while celeste shrunk into herself more, looking up at me briefly in worry. My grip tightened around the stem of my glass. “Excuse me?” I say like I wasn’t losing my mind on the inside. He didn’t look at me. Just cut his filet with smooth, efficient strokes. “St. Catherine’s,” he said. “Is there something I should know?” I kept my expression blank. “A friend had a fall. College-related. I dropped something off.” My voice was calm, measured and practiced. But he wasn’t buying it.

“I’m just here to train my aim.” BANG. The first bullet tore through Freddy’s skull. His body crumpled like a rag doll. “Jesus Christ!” one of the others screamed. BANG. The Second boy. The one in the middle. Right between the eyes. He screamed before he fell. The third pissed himself. Literally. “Please Don Giordano” BANG. The Third one tried to run. Bad choice. I clipped the back of his skull. Scarface flinched hard. His whole body jerked like a string was yanked. Blood spattered across his shirt.

Then the frame shifted, and I saw three guys I didn't recognize, wearing letterman jackets from some other school, their faces smug and dangerous. "Where's your sexy little sis?" one of them said, his voice slurred, his eyes glassy, "I heard she was here." He laughed, the sound ugly and wet, "Can't wait to get my hands on that body. Gonna fuck the shit out of her tonight. Heard she's easy." The video shook as Matteo lunged. His fist connected with the guy's jaw, a sickening crack that made me flinch even through the screen. Then everything exploded. Bodies collided, fists flew, Ava screaming in the background, and the camera tumbling.

But as we walked in, we ran right into trouble. Marco and Lola were stepping out of a prenatal exam room. "Well, well," Marco smirked. "Just got engaged and already hitting up doctors?" Dante's face darkened, but he stayed silent. Marco raised his voice. "Let me guess—you're here to patch up my crippled brother? Or maybe to check on my future sister-in-law's—" He paused, eyes sweeping over me like poison. "Marco, stai zitto!" Dante's voice dropped low, cold as hell.

“He ruined my favourite shirt.” Frankie, Vito, and Vinnie cackle like demented hyenas, but Sallie and Tito, who are not quite used to this much violence yet, are shocked and not really sure what to do - laugh, scream, cry, run away… every possibility is going through their heads right now. They decide to stay, which speaks well for their future in my family. I knew I wouldn’t get much information out of Tommaso, but at least we know where to start searching for the diamond dealers.

"You monster! Mrs. Fletcher treated you like her own son! How could you hurt her?" I had no strength to fight back and vomited blood from the blows. Felix pulled out his phone and pointed it at me with a manic smile. "Everyone, look at this simp's face! He couldn't steal my girlfriend, so he stabbed her mother and even tried to frame me! What a twisted man! "Luckily, we saw through his plan in time. Otherwise, who knows what would've happened? Don't you think he deserves a beating?" Cheers erupted around me. "Beat him up! I can't stand those clingy simps!"