Thomas Kills Barney Novels & Stories

The lock gave way, and Thomas stormed into the room with some thugs. Catching sight of Marilyn's battered state, he yelled, "How dare you hurt my wife! I'm going to kill you all!" Thomas raised a heavy iron pipe, swinging it directly at Millie. I yanked Millie behind me and hoisted a chair to intercept the blow. The chair splintered into a million pieces, and the impact left my arms completely numb. Blind with rage, Thomas raised the pipe a second time. "Drop it!" Julio burst through the door with a dozen security guards wielding batons.

They were carrying baseball bats, and one of them darted toward Thomas while the other started toward Isaac. Isaac could see a silhouette approaching but could not pinpoint how he would attack. But at the very last moment… Bang! The thug who was about to attack Isaac froze and turned toward his partner to see that he was bleeding from a gunshot wound on his chest before dropping dead on the ground. What?! Left in such shock that Thomas had a gun, he did not attack Isaac but instead quickly reasoned, "Let's talk about this! Don't forget, we have your son!" However, Thomas knew that his son would be killed if he allowed these two to return, and he did not hesitate to kill the other thug.

Thomas looked at Eddy, whose eyes widened in disbelief, and yelled in anguish, "No!" Then, he dashed over to Eddy. "Eddy! Wake up! Please!" Although Thomas already knew that Eddy wouldn't have lived past tonight, it was still a massive shock to see Eddy fall before his very eyes, especially when … He turned to stare at Caroline, who was still alive and well, and stood up. He coldly ordered his subordinates, "Give me the gun!" As he finished speaking, Kirk also yelled, "Thomas, if you dare kill her, I'll spill Eddy's guts all over!"

Every car horn outside, every knock on a neighbor’s door — it all sounded like death dressed up as normal life. Thomas caught me pacing the motel room, blade in hand. “You can’t keep this up,” he said quietly. I stopped, met his eyes. “The second I stop, Thomas, we’re already dead.” He didn’t argue. He just sat there, silent, letting me burn holes into the carpet with my boots. The first courier showed three nights later. We’d staked out a dive bar in Brooklyn, neon flickering over peeling paint. Thomas nursed a beer at the bar while I sat in the corner, hood up, cigarette smoke curling around me.

I would never make it in this life without him. Gray Beard lowered his mouth to Thomas's ear. "Got you now. Don't I, boy?" My finger was itching to pull the trigger. "Drop the gun, girl." Gray Beard dug the knife deeper into Thomas's skin. Blood trickled down the side of his neck, dripping to the ground. Damn it! "You heard me. Drop it, or I kill him. I don't give a shit if he dies, but I know you do." Gray Beard's lip curled back over his teeth as he forced a choking sound from Thomas. "I'll kill him right now!"

Thomas was still throwing fireworks even though his teammate moved away and went to my side. Instead of fireworks, I shoved a piece of cake into his mouth. "Here, eat first," I offered. Barlie devoured it until his mouth puffed up. "I'm retiring to face Thomas," Barlie grumbled while chewing. I wanted to laugh, but I felt sorry for him. The outspoken Thomas was constantly bullying Barlie. The only one who dared to do that to Barlie. It's a good thing they're friends. Otherwise, Thomas would have ended up getting his ass kicked.

When I reach him, my face is still blank, my mouth pressed together in a fine line. Before Thomas can continue, I pull my Beretta from its holster on my belt in one fluid motion and press the barrel against his forehead. The girls squeal. The other men freeze. “Nico—” Tomaso begins, his voice warning. Bang. The sound echoes in the room but the result is absolute. Thomas slumps back into his chair, a neat hole between his eyes, dead before his head hits the mahogany. I holster the gun and straighten my tie, wiping the flecks of blood off my sleeve. My sharp eyes look around the room, meeting the terrified eyes of the men.

I'm not going to play by your rules Logan, know that I'm years older than you, and more intelligent, though you have underhand methods of obtaining what you want I promise that won't work on me," Thomas said as he straightened his suit. He just turned back to leave when Logan withdrew the object he had in his side pockets "Here is what you seek, "Logan said as he showed Thomas the wooden cross. His eyes immediately shone brightly, imagining the object already in his hands. Logan who noticed the thirsty eyes of Thomas decided to get it over with. He tossed the object high up almost touching the roof. The two jumped up at the same time to retrieve him. Logan who had engaged in many battles wit

I’m about to die and the last person I’ll ever see is Edna bleedin’ Duffy! Despite this, Edna came into view, face grim and eyes fierce, and in her hands was a silver tray. She raised it and brought it down so hard on the bartender’s head, it created a dome on its surface. The bartender toppled with a whimpering snarl, and then disappeared behind the bar with a sound of tinkling glass. Thomas coughed and spluttered as he fought to regain his breath, and Edna grabbed his arm and pulled him towards her. As Thomas’ vision cleared, he could see Dorothy Arnold behind Edna. She was brandishing her umbrella like a sword, her eyes never leaving the throng of gnarled shapes massed by the foredeck doo

Lucas's expression changed. Thomas continued: “Your parents didn't die because of an accident.” Lucas tightened his grip. “I know.” Thomas froze. Lucas whispered: “And I'm going to find everyone responsible.” Thomas suddenly smiled. “You're already too late.” A window shattered. A bullet struck Thomas in the chest. He collapsed. Lucas immediately pulled Stella behind cover. “SNIPER!” Security officers rushed toward the window. But the sniper was gone. Lucas looked at Thomas. Blood spread across his shirt.