Thomas Sanders Sides 소설 & 이야기

“Seeing that you’ve found Thomas, I forgive you. Moreover, if it were not for you pulling strings and thinking of a way, the police might not even reinvestigate Aunt Jennifer’s death.” “It’s the least I can do. Thomas used to be Sarah’s essential chess piece. He knows too many things.” Shaun paused for a moment and then frowned. “However, it seems like Thomas has offended someone too. When my men found him overseas, he was living miserably and a little weird. I thought having him testify in court would require some effort, but I didn’t expect he would rather go to jail than stay out.” “You’re saying that there’s something wrong with him mentally?” Catherine was astonished. “Will that affect

The four became fast friends and, by some miracle, spent the majority of their military career together. When they came back from the desert, Thomas had had enough and was ready to call it quits. He’d finished out his contract, and no matter what lies and compensation he was promised, he refused to extend it. Then he’d heard something had happened to Sanford and Dunn. Stateside. The two everyone had assumed would die in their boots were quietly discharged after what was deemed an accident, and it took Thomas almost a year to find where they’d disappeared to. He tracked them down in the wilderness of Ohio, of all places. They both had a hard edge and a wild look in their eye, and when he lear

I growled. "Where is Carter Silver now?" Thomas asked. I stopped pacing, turning to face my brother. "Dead, and I hope he's rotting in hell too." "I'm sure he is," Zane said, shooting me a wink. "How do you know Carter Silver?" I asked. Thomas explained how Carter was involved with the hunters he was a prisoner to and had shown up to a few of their meetings. He was a sick and twisted individual who deserved the death he got.

Now, Thomas is back to set things right. But things are a bit different now. He has his eyes on River, the silver haired girl he had saved few weeks ago. On his way to settle the scores with Hayden. The one Hayden seemed to be so possessive about. He was now curious about her. What could she have done to captivate Hayden's interest? Though there was one thing only dear ones were aware of. Both of the mafia bosses are close friends. Though their friendship has been strained over time. "I come in peace." Thomas said, lifting his hand in surrender with a small smile on his lips. Hayden narrowed his eyes at him, as though scanning him for any lies. But apparently he found none.

To whatever trap he’d wrapped in promises and threats. Thomas limped at my side, jaw tight, shoulders squared against the pain like he could wrestle it into submission. He hadn’t stopped glaring at me since the safehouse. “Two hours,” he muttered, voice edged with steel. “You didn’t even think about it.” “I thought.” My boots splashed through a slick of dirty water near the curb. “That’s why we’re still breathing.” Thomas snorted, bitter. “Breathing just to choke later.” I bit back the snap that wanted out. Because he wasn’t wrong.

he shouted at the driver. The driver hesitated, but Thomas pulled out his own phone, dialed a number, and said coldly, "Go to Brunville Village. Look for an old man who goes by the name Roger Holt, an old woman called Ivy Sanders, and a girl… Cammy Holt. Kill them all." "No, please!" the driver cried, throwing the phone away. "I don't know who you are! Please don't hurt my family!" Thomas nodded with satisfaction. "Remove the dashcam. Turn off the recorder. Now, turn onto Antelope Road."