Tinka Gunther Novels & Stories

It was resignation — the kind that comes from knowing exactly how much power people like him hold in rooms like this. Gunther’s smirk widened, satisfaction oozing off him like cheap cologne. He tilted his head slightly, playing with his cufflinks again. “Smart woman. You see, Perkins? This is how manners work. Actions, consequences.” Grace’s voice was soft, barely above a whisper now. “I’m sorry.” Gunther’s grin turned sharp. “That’ll teach you.” “Oh please,” I cut in before I could stop myself. “You sound like a bad high school principal.”

“I won’t hurt you, I promise.” I suddenly get a small whiff of citrus and ocean that calms me. I take his hand and he helps me up, ensuring I am able to hold myself before letting go. “Are you okay?” I nod my head at him as I wipe a tear away. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.” “You are anything but fine.” “Who are you?” “My name is Gunner.” “Katerina.” “Nice to meet you Katerina, though I wish it were under better circumstances.”

Braxton said, disbelieving of what was probably the truth. "Oh, he would. Looks like the list of people I've got to kill just got longer," Gunnar held me in place with one arm, hand gripping my chin so my focus would be on Braxton, "If you close your eyes, little one, you're not going to like the consequences," he ordered into my ear, warm breath skating across the surface of my skin. Gunnar pulled out a Glock that was tucked into his waistband, aiming it at Braxton. I watched in mind-numbing fear as he removed the safety, "Gunnar, you don't have to kill him. He's my cousin, please let him go." I pleaded, unable to tear my eyes away.

Thalassa’s head snapped up at the sound of Linda’s voice. Linda was standing now, her left shoulder soaked in blood, but her right hand steady as it pointed a gun directly at Thalassa. Her face was twisted into a mask of hatred and grim satisfaction. “Did you really think you were going to make it out of here alive?” Linda sneered, her finger tightening on the trigger. Thalassa’s breath hitched. She shut her eyes, bracing for the impact, her heart racing as she waited for the inevitable. The gunshot rang out.

When I pushed open the heavy glass door of the Nightshade Tattoo Studio, the wind chime above it rang out in a crisp cascade of sound. Henry Kane sat on a tall stool behind the workstation, wearing a black mask as he lowered his head and sketched. The air-conditioning ran cold inside the shop, carrying a faint blend of disinfectant and sharp tobacco. It was an unmistakable scent that belonged only to him. At the sound, he did not even look up; only the pencil in his hand paused for a brief moment.

She gripped his hand and raised him, making him tumble before her. He fell to the ground and Tina gave him a vicious kick on his clavicle, he remained on the floor panting unsure if he would make it out alive. She gave him another kick below his abdomen and that fellow screamed like someone stung by a scorpion. She brought out her pistol and aimed at the boss. She shot a gun at another man standing while the one who fell down at the first stood up and gave her a deadly blow. Tina went down while the boss and the other man went to search her car. They got the recording tape and opened it, finding a microchip inside, they took the tape and were going to escape when Tina struggled to stand on h