Thomas Kills Barney Novels & Stories

“You will send a message, to those who steal from me, will end up dead.” “Andrew, please think this through. I don’t want to die. Not now. Please!” Thomas pleaded. “I’m sorry, not sorry. But if I set you free then anyone will think they can steal from me. That is something I can’t let happen.” Andrew said before giving Thomas a big smile. “Goodbye Thomas.” Andrew pulled the trigger, and a loud bang echoed through the room. Blood splashed onto his clothes and face. Andrew lowered the gun. Staring at Thomas’ lifeless body.

he confessed, "And you are dead!" So wrapped up in her emotions, Cilyna did not see him slowly pull out another gun until the hammer dropped. The shot tore through her left shoulder, missing her lung by two inches. Kaynon, no longer able to contain his own anger, ripped open Thomas's mid section. Clawing away his intestines, he revealed in the man's screams and cries for mercy. Bits of flesh and puddles of blood covered the greenery behind Cilyna's home. When he was satisfied that Thomas was lifeless, he turned toward Cilyna, who had passed out from blood loss and lack of adrenaline, was now back to two legs instead of four. He shifted back to pick her up and carry her the long distance to h

Four looked shaken but also peaceful somehow. "Everything okay?" I asked, catching Four's hand. "Yes," Four said, squeezing back. "Everything is okay." Later that night after we got home and put the kids to bed, Four told me what Thomas had confessed. We sat in our bedroom with the door closed, voices low so no one could overhear. "Thomas almost had Jason killed," Four said bluntly. "When Jason was stalking you. Before you left for good. Thomas made contacts and got quotes from people who would do it. He was this close to pulling the trigger."

It was too much to process. I left the café with the envelope and flash drive, my mind racing. Back at my office, I plugged the drive into my computer and opened the file. The video was grainy but clear enough. Damian stood in a dimly lit room, his expression cold and calculating. Across from him was Mary, her face pale and strained. “You don’t get it, do you?” Damian said, his voice sharp. “Thomas’s death wasn’t an accident. It was necessary.” Mary’s voice trembled as she replied. “You said it would protect the family. That it was the only way.”

“Please... my... Lord...! Don’t... do... this...!” Somehow Thomas knew it was his end. “You have failed me!” Said the other Thomas. “I’ll take care of everything personally…!” Then his body began to burn, wrapped in flames, and causing a terrifying scream of pain. Outside, Mark and Mulligan heard the scream and ran to open the door to enter. It was locked and they began to beat it hard with their bodies to open it. On the third attempt they succeeded and entered. Thomas was standing next to the table, watching them with a smile on his lips, and with what looked like a pile of ashes on the table and floor. They ordered him to sit down again; when they saw he didn’t have the handcuffs, they dr

Jennifer's eyes were shut and when she opened them she saw Tom on the floor and her husband was very angry. She usually see him pissed and angry but this time, it was a different kind of angry. It was ‘I could Kill’ kind of Angry and she assumed that he already killed two men and Tom Rooney. “Y… you… you shot him?” She said with her shaking voice. Jerald walked towards her and expected that she'd run away from him and scream for help but she didn’t.

Nick said Thomas was quiet for a while and Nick knew that he had hit a spot and that made him feel Good. "You want know what too Nick, apart from being a fool just as you have called me, am also crazy,so why don't the fool and the good son die tonight, what do you think?"He asked and before Nick could say a word, he began to struggle the wheel from Nick. "Stop it Thomas! "Nick said as he tried to take control of the wheel. "Not until we both die"Thomas said and he continued the struggle for the wheel. They hadn't notice some one running into the street and it wasn't until they had rammed into the person that they finally stopped.

Thomas used that confusion to drag me away, taking me out by the arm. "Walk faster!" He yelled at me, his hurry to escape making him impatient. He pushed open the door and dragged me to the platform. Someone suddenly yelled stop and he stopped. We turned to see who it was and we saw detective Chadwick. He had a gun, pointed at Thomas. " Will you never let me be?" Thomas asked, his voice ringing all over the place. "My job is to haunt criminals like you down and I'd be dammed if I let you get away with murder again. Those ladies you killed plus Grace and Simon , would finally rest in peace."

“I’m sorry for ruining everything. Blackstorm is now yours. Take care of it. And be happy.” His veins were turning black as she watched, his skin becoming paler. She wanted to say that he was not dying and there could be an antidote, but she knew Mia must have used a fatal poison. “It’s okay,” she told him. “It’s all in the past. I’ll take care of our people, don’t worry.” A smile graced Thomas’s lips. A few seconds later, his hold on Eleanor’s hand slackened. He was gone.

Eleanor remains by the bars, her expression unreadable. I pause. Should we really just kill him? Just like that? Has he truly suffered enough for all the pain he’s caused? For everything he did—the blood, the betrayal? No. But it will have to do. We don’t have time to waste. I glance at Dom and give a small, reluctant nod. He turns back to Thomas and shrugs casually. “Okay.” The relief that floods the bastard is instant. His whole body slumps like he’s just been handed salvation.