Thomas Kills Barney Novels & Stories

A rickety wooden table sat in front of him, seemingly the only barrier between him and Antonio. “Antonio,” Thomas’s voice trembled, but he tried to remain composed. “We can talk. There’s no need for violence.” Antonio didn’t reply immediately. He stepped closer, his eyes sharp as knives. “Violence? You crossed that line, Thomas. You tried to kill me.” Thomas swallowed hard, his hands trembling. “I had no choice. They forced me. I had to protect myself.” “Who are ‘they’?” Antonio asked coldly, closing the distance until only a few steps separated him from Thomas.

I ask Tobias. “No, I am sorry,” Tobias says. “Sorry, it is not good enough. Now, help me get them cleaned up so they can go back home where they belong,” I demand. “We have to hurry. Alpha will be coming looking for Thomas,” Tobias says. I stop what I am doing. “Where is Thomas?” I ask him. “I killed him,” Tobias says. I drop to the floor crying. I am happy the little bastard is dead. “Do they have clothes?” I ask Tobias.

“You had him… killed. Without asking me?” “You were sick.” Thomas rolled his shoulders. “You couldn’t be involved in that sort of thing then. I acted. I had to. The healer had to go.” I opened my eyes slowly. Thomas was calm. “You said he would point to us if Williams woke.” My fingers tightened into the sheet. “So you had him… dead?” “He would have traced it,” Thomas said. “They would have hunted for him. We would have been the scent behind the trail. Do you not see? It was common sense.”

“Yes. He wanted to do it long before that night, but I could never go through with it. She had the same knife she used on you, and it all just...I already lost you, I couldn't lose my boys too. I- I took her out to the garage and shot her like the feral dog she was.” Quinn winced and looked up at me. She hated and loved her mother at the same time - hearing Claude refer to Laurel as a feral dog hurt her heart. “Thomas found someone…a homeless man who looked a bit like me," Claude went on, oblivious to his daughter's pain. "We killed him, and Thomas bribed the police and medical examiner not to…look too deeply into the circumstances surrounding my ‘death.’” I expected anger from Quinn, but al

Jenny's eyes widened, and a breath escaped from her mouth while she turned her face and looked at Thomas. "Boss!" Jared shouted out, and Jenny closed her eyes when a resound of the slap echoed into her ears as soon as Thomas slapped Jared. "Shut up!" Thomas showed his finger, and his eyes darkened, furious in anger. "Don't say with your mouth that I have killed my brother!" Thomas said this while grabbing Jared's collar and looking into his eyes. "You have killed my brother!" "But you gave me a target to kill your brother!” Jared said this when Thomas started laughing while making a sound.

They couldn't believe it. "How dare you, Thomas!" Jaden's cute crystal blue eyes instantly transform into a bloodshot smoky black as he grasped his neck. Thomas groans in pain and coughs out as Jaden tightens the grip on his neck, ferociously. His eyes became half-closed as he struggled for his life. As tears trickle down his face, Jaden angrily throws him against the wall, and he falls to the floor with a loud bang. "Kill him!" Jaden tilts his head backwards towards Oliver and orders while he glares at Thomas, who is lying lifelessly before him. Then Oliver instantly points a gun in the direction of Thomas.

I've given Thomas the power he needs to take over the world, and I don't know if I can stop him. At the entrance to the mansion, Adam and Jacob are still locked in combat. I watch in horror as Thomas swipes his claws through the air, and Adam's body is instantly cleaved in two. Blood splatters across the floor, and I can't believe what I'm seeing. I’m not exactly sad at Adam’s death but what sort of raw power was that?

We have to get it back no matter the cost. I look at Thomas because he’s making choking sounds. His face is blood red, and his eyes are bulging. I swallow hard when Tobias clicks his fingers, forcing me to look at him once more. “He’s really done a number on you, hasn’t he?” “Please let my mate go; please don’t kill him. Whatever he’s done, he did for me.” Tobias narrows his eyes, then looks at Thomas. “Oh, Thomas, what have you done?” I’m not sure it was a question, but he sighs as if he were disappointed.

I fucking knew my uncle didn't give a fuck about the real Moretti family, and he only wanted what the name could give him. I crouch in front of Thomas and take his hand in mine. His troubled eyes meet mine, and I nod at him. "We're going to find who killed Alma, and you'll have your revenge." I promise him. He sniffs, the gun trembling in his hand, and I close my free hand on it. "Where is T.J. now?" Dario asks. "He's sleeping, I gave him a sedative to calm him down." Thomas looks at me. "I didn't know where to go, I didn't want to go back to my apartment in case whoever did this knows where I'm staying."

The club was clean, I had checked the basement myself and the police wouldn't find any evidence that Grant had died there. Jax had gone to the station as soon as I arrived home with Hannah and Chris was crying with relief as soon as she saw her. Thomas had arrived at the house with the back of his head still bleeding looking like he wanted to kill himself. He kept apologizing for letting Hannah be taken under his watch but honestly it wasn't really his fault. The tyre iron still had blood on it from where Gareth had hit him behind his head and Hannah had told the police the same story that Thomas had told me. I was angry but not at him and I knew that as soon as things calmed down, Gareth Sa