We're Killing Strangers John Wick Novels & Stories

Kitty is on the run. "Oh, shit," I hear someone above me. "Brian, I think you killed her. Someone grab that cat!" I have no idea what the hell just happened. Face down in a myriad of gravel, I'm about to unleash on some asshat who just took me out. If Mr. Kitty gets away, they will see the storm isn't what they need to worry about. I'll create a level of destruction far worse than any hurricane. I feel him close to me before I open my eyes to actually get a visual.

"Layla, don't you forget, it was the Perrone family that raised you. If you kill us, that makes you a traitor all the same." "Kill you?" I laughed softly and stepped slowly forward, looking down on the little group of them. The pistol hung loose at my side, my fingertips idly stroking its cold body, my presence heavy enough that the two of them shrank back on instinct. "Oh, I won't kill you. After all, sometimes living hurts far more than dying does." "My patience has limits, Anthony. In front of everyone here, why don't you tell them how you framed me back then."

The stranger smirked, moving sideways, keeping himself close enough to grab me if I tried to take to my heels. “Why don’t you boys mind your own business?” he said, almost lazily. The leader didn’t answer. His gaze shifted to me, then to Ivana. “We’ll be taking both of you now.” “Like hell you will,” the stranger shot back. For a second, they just stared at each other, like wolves circling. And then. All hell broke loose. One of Kennedy’s men lunged, and the stranger met him halfway, slamming his shoulder into the man’s chest. The gun clattered to the floor.

"I'm tired and I am going to rest. I let you to handle this matter. Remember, this is about our family's life and death. So you must handle it properly and don't let any mistake happen again." John said. "Don't worry, grandma." The entire family then adjourned. Leaving the two siblings John and Denisse Winston behind in the living room. Denisse asked John worriedly. "John, That Jate Woods has a skilled fighter you witnessed it right? We've sent people to kill him and none of them had succeeded. Not at all he was connected to the Eastblue city underground organization boss Rogers. What should we do now?" John said grimly. "None of those people that we sent were good enough. This time, I've fo

The Stranger was wearing his customary jet black suit with a cold sly smile on his face. Half the men had also pulled out their guns and had now aimed them at the Stranger, Oswald took a step forward. “I suggest you go back to wherever you came from,” The muscular man said. The Stranger just shrugged and he took a few more steps forward. The muscular guy pulled the trigger first and all the other men followed suit, but suddenly all the guns were jammed! The men exchanged startled looks of fear. “So— you would choose a fist fight against the most skilled hand to hand combatant?” Oswald sneered coldly.

But now it seemed like all my plans had been cut short, and here I was, facing my death. "Now die," he said, as the dagger drew closer. My eyes shut tightly, only for a loud, deafening sound to pierce my ears, forcing a scream from my lips as I slowly opened my eyes. The stranger lay there on the ground, dead, with a bullet hole in his skull. My gaze shifted immediately to Kaiden, who was holding a gun in his grasp. He dropped it to the ground before his hands returned to applying pressure on his stabbed stomach.

"Look around, do not be blind. Pay attention to everyone that's moving here, where they are staying and where they go when they are disappearing. It's easy to get justice for this two pitiful dead wolves." "What are you talking about and what you're trying to say?!" Rosco used his speed to move closer towards the stranger who is still standing perfectly still. His eyes are focused on the surroundings. Rosco even searched for any possible movement but so far everything seems fine. They don't feel any wolves that the stranger is with. "Well, to tell you directly. I know who killed your both beloved sons." "How-" Before Rosco finished his words, Dena already interrupted him, taking a step forwa

But something about him was more terrifying than the tribe. Because he knew how to kill. And he had done it before. The Bone King roared, grabbing an obsidian dagger, but when he charged— The stranger simply stepped aside and swept his leg. The chieftain fell. Hard. A hand shot out—grabbing Jenna’s ropes. A knife she never even saw appeared in his grip. One swift slash. The ropes snapped. She gasped as her arms dropped, blood rushing painfully back into her fingers. “Move,” the stranger growled.

the stranger said. Olivia’s heart dropped as the sound of heavy steps grew louder. “What do we do?” she whispered with her heart beating hardly. The stranger’s gaze hardens. “We have to face them.” The stranger’s words sent a jolt of fear in Olivia’s body. She grabs the edge of the couch. Face them? Against Victor’s trained assassins? It is impossible. “We can’t fight them,” she said in a trembling voice. “Not like this.” The stranger ignored her, standing from the couch. Blood coming out through the applied bandage. Their eyes looked around the room, searching for anything that could do as a weapon.

lie I had lived for three thousand days. ​"You're alive," I whispered, my gun trembling in my hands. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run to him. I wanted to kill him for every night I had spent crying into a pillow that didn't smell like him anymore. "You're alive, and you've been watching us?" ​He didn't answer. He couldn't. The second enforcer was already coming through the shattered front window, his submachine gun leveled. ​"DOWN!" the stranger roared.