The Last Gunslinger Novels & Stories

"The Wolfe family was powerful. Your mother knew it. I knew it. They had something we needed, and they refused to share it." "So you burned them." "I protected what was mine." Dante stepped around Fenris, positioning himself between his son and the window. His gray eyes were hard, unforgiving. "And I will do it again if I have to. But first, I need you to find the last heir." Fenris met his father's gaze. "Why?" "She is the only loose end. The only witness who could tie us to the fire." "The fire was eight years ago. The police closed the case. No one is looking."

He had my glock in his hold. "The Drifters don't stab, Capo. I have vowed to be loyal to you until my last breath." I took my gun from him. "I shouldn't have doubted you. But I lost my right hand." "The drifters will find the culprits behind the blast and bring them to you." I forced a sour smirk, "You can't. These were the last survivors from The Venturi gang and I killed them all." "Not all, capo." I spun around to find Luis, Ajax's son dragging a cowering man by the shirt.

The moment a gunman rounded the corner, Dino fired. A body dropped. The others hesitated. Elena had picked up a discarded metal pipe. Another gunman charged—she swung hard. The pipe cracked against his jaw, sending him crashing to the ground. Dino smirked. She was learning. The Last Move The last gunman lifted his rifle— Before a sharp whistle cut through the air. A silenced shot struck him between the eyes. Dino spun around. A new figure stood at the end of the alley, lowering a sniper rifle. The man stepped forward, his face revealed under the streetlights.

The man mumbled with a hoarse voice, bringing his head down and looking sideways to continue making his list — something he was doing before she showed up. "El Depredador, Sobek Special, Double Clutch sniper guns, El Rubi and Ciervo Macho shutguns as well. I'm hoping you'd have the aforementioned here tonight." She gruffed, dropping a cheque on the table before him. He lifted up his head slowly to take a closer look at her as she drew near to him with those words coming out from a young teenager's lips.

" This will be the last time we see each other, Chloe darling, any last words?" I don't say anything and he shrugs. He looks at me for a minute, before turning around to walk out. " Goodbye." Those are my last words, before I pull out the gun from under the pillow and shoot him. I take another shot before my hand grows tired and the gun drops beside me. I hear his body drop to the floor before that clink sound of metal, on the floor. The smell of smoke hits my nose, before I see the trail of fire enter into the room, fast. My body is beyond exhausted and I'm afraid that if I don't try move now, I might not make it alive.

I hissed. I took aim and fired, a bullet piercing his heart. His body slumped, life leaving his eyes, and I felt a grim sense of closure. After a moment, I pulled another gun from my pocket, checked its load, and cocked it. I spared one last glance at Sinclair's lifeless form before twisting the doorknob and stepping back out into the world outside. The gunshots had alerted the rest of his men, and they rushed at me with anger and desperation in their eyes. I had no intention of playing games. I raised my gun, targeting their heads one after another, and squeezed the trigger with both hands.

The sound of the gunshot is deafening, echoing off the hangars and into the New Jersey night. I watch in a daze as Lydia falls, the woman who built me collapsing like a house of cards. The cycle of Cambridge is finally over. Ron stands over her, his chest heaving, before turning to me. He reaches out a hand, his eyes softening as he looks at the broken remains of "The Ledger." "It's over, Zli," he says. "We're going home." I look at the gun in my hand, then at the body on the roof. I finally let the weapon drop. For the first time in twenty years, the debt is paid.

Two men were stumbling out, dazed. I didn't hesitate. I raised my gun. "Who sent you?" One of the men, young, terrified, raised his hands. "The Sinner! He said to burn the mixers! Pour sand in the cement!" "Why?" "He said... he said the house is a lie! He said you’re building a tomb!" My pistol-whipped the man, sending him crashing to the asphalt. "Secure them," I told Rylan. "And get those mixers up the mountain. I want that concrete poured today."

He begged with his cry, making it louder until my ears hurt to hear it. I smiled sweetly, deliberately making him feel like he was in the hell of the world. “I am a trained Gunslinger. You should be proud to die at the hands of a woman whose parents you killed.” “No! No!” He shook his head brutally. “Goodbye. See you in hell!” I pulled the trigger, and within seconds, the bullet went through his forehead.

Just as those words left his mouth, he used his other hand to hold a gun pointed at his head, Piero's aim set on his boss as well. Silently looking around himself, he gave one last glance to Nicole's unconscious body before turning back to the man before him. Grasping the weapon offered to him, Salvatore felt the familiar weight of his most frequently used gun, realizing that this would the last of his adventures. This is the last time he'd ever see Nicole, the last time he'd get to feel the wind blow through his hair, and the last time he'd have seen his family. Salvatore would never have kids of his own. He would never have the pleasure of seeing his nieces and nephew grow to be adults. Th