Novels by Killerpants

"What?!"Diaz slammed his fist right through a glass table, frustrated and shocked that his foes were still alive. "How is this possible?!" He screamed at Enrico, who looked just as angry. A few mobsters in the conference room seemed terrified at Diaz's reaction to the news."I told you, Giovanni." Enrico replied. "Shtalenkov's body was found on the highway one just upstate. His car and another truck had blown up in the process. Kellett and Tanelli both weren't even found in the area, so it must mean they are alive." He took a seat on the chair in front of Diaz. "So now I ask of you, what is our next plan?"Giovanni picked up a wine glass and filled it with some of his favourite red wine. He glanced over to a huddled group of low mobsters across the table, conversing quietly.Taking in a taste of the wine, Diaz walked around the table. "You have told me that you have some of our best men guarding the airports in the entire state, correct?"

I had been bleeding profusely after the fight with Shtalenkov, but I was nonetheless worse for the wear as the two of us had managed to get a ride to the nearest hotel from a passing truck. Andrea had checked in for me, as I had been trying my best not to make a scene to the concierge in front.We had checked into the Executive Inn, a rather expensive hotel. We hadn't much money, only forty dollars in total. We were lucky to find another twenty, though, in my bag of clothes. The room alone had cost fifty-five dollars for a single bed, but I supposed that it was better then nothing right now. I needed a bit of medial attention."Here, let me help you." Andrea offered her shoulder, helping me stumble into an elevator. I grimaced as my neck arched to the right. I had received a few minor burns and plenty of open gashes. "I've got a medical kit in my bag. I can help you once we get into the ro

As the morning sun dawned upon my face the next day, I remember wincing as the unbearable light moved onto my eyes. Groaning irritably, I turned around to make sure Andrea was still where she was supposed to be.Almost half expecting her missing, I was relieved to find her grasping her pillow in her arms and smiling almost heavenly. Her long chestnut- coloured hair was in places and if I perked my ears up slightly, I could hear her soft breathing from where I had been sleeping. Giving myself a yawn, I quickly sprung out of bed and into the shower.I could feel the warm water hitting my chest that day; I had been sore in places but still unhurt. Looking around my naked body, I saw some familiar scars that I had taken for the mob. Bullet wounds, which had been covered with stitches, scars from knives and blades, and bruises that hadn't quite gone away.Cleansing myself thoroughly,

As Mario was on his phone once again, he stood on the veranda with the door closed so no one would hear him. He made it imperative no one in his family knew who he was. Looking out at the setting sun in New York, he could see it was already hiding behind the horizon at dusk."Okay." He said quietly. "Alright, good. I'm glad to hear you're safe, Andrea.""I'm sorry for the trouble I caused you, Mario." Andrea replied. "I didn't mean to ask for your help like that." Mario could hear the solemnest of her apology bring out the sensitive side in her.Mario nodded, now focusing on the downtown part of New York City. Ahead, he thought maybe now he could finally see if he could find Mindy Forelli again, a girl whom he had not laid eyes on for over six years."Don't you worry about it." He said firmly. "People make mistakes; just don't dwell on them for the rest of your life.

"Damn it!"That was the sound of my voice when I awoke the next morning. I had sprung out of bed and was shocked to not see Andrea in the bed next to me. My cell phone was gone, her clothes were as well and so were the keys to my car. It obviously didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what had happened to Andrea.Frantically searching to see if I were only just hallucinating, it came to my realization that Andrea did indeed leave. I checked my watch; it read 11 o'clock. I decided that since I wasn't going to be able to do anything from in the hotel, it would be best to move out now.I picked up the hotel keys and left the room with my clothes and all in check. Running down the stairs, I gave the keys back to the concierge and ran out the door. The blinding sunlight hit my eyes as I searched for a way to find Andrea.The real question I should've been asking mys

I remember Andrea not speaking with me for the rest of the night. I couldn't blame her; she had nothing to say to me, and I could tell by the way her distant look out the window spoke actions louder then words that she didn't want me to say anything to her either. It may have been a moment of silence for her, but for me, it was awkward.As I drove the car through the streets, I opened the window half way down. It seemed to be getting kind of warm inside the vehicle. The streetlights were still lit, the fluorescent white and orange glowing over us. I could feel the cool breeze hitting my face, the tingling sensation cooling me down.For the time being, I turned the radio on a little low. I switched the station over to one playing 80s music, something that I didn't often listen to, but nonetheless able to break silence with a beat. "Like disco?" I asked Andrea.No response. I sighed heavily, tightening my grip on the wheel. "Look, Andrea, I'm sorry." I