Better Off Dead: A Jack Reacher Novel Romane & Geschichten

Is there even a way how? Moreover, I sense like I wanted to throw up and smack my head multiple times. Everything I saw is making me insane in a hardcore way. "How did you survive?" What the hell?! So, he's fucking speculating that I should be a frigid cadaver right now? "I don't even know how the hell this world ends up like this." I hissed and gritted my teeth as I looked away. I jerked off when the other military wagon behind us is currently shooting those people with a body of a dead.

Ella Pezzano died in the flames at Costa Estate. The woman standing here was Luna Kane, heir to the Kane family. No one would ever hurt me again. Three days later, the yacht reached Norvale Port. Our car rolled into the wealthy district downtown. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, the bustling night view of all of Norvale stretched out before us. I stood by the window, gazing at the glittering lights, but I felt nothing. … Third-person POV Back at Costa Estate, Vincenzo had already begun his retaliation against the Camorra family.

Panic surged through me. If I left with the police now, my family would die. If I wanted to break this deadlock, I had to find the real killer–immediately. I clenched my fists, pounding my head lightly as I forced myself to breathe, to calm down. Slowly, I switched into the mindset I trusted most–my engineer's way of thinking. If I could solve something as complex as building rockets, then with this setup, I could crack it. I realized that everything about this case–the background, the motive–was just fed to me through the police and the witness.

When lives were on the line, few would act so recklessly. One of the guards said sincerely, "Mr. Larkin, you must really love your wife." Jayson kept dialing Ariel without looking up. "Yes, I do." When they reached the target zone, the scene was even worse. Gunfire cracked constantly. Jayson stepped out. "Please split up and search. This is a photo of my wife. Her name is Ariel Walker." He sent the team a photo from his phone. "Yes, sir!" Jayson watched the black smoke fill the sky. His expression grew heavier as he moved deeper forward.

Not anyone. She paused at a familiar intersection, the neon lights reflecting off puddles. Her mind replayed the moments leading to her death—Trevon’s knife, his smirk, the sharp pain, the darkness. Rage bubbled under her calm surface. She had thought revenge would consume her, but now, it was a tool. Calculated. Controlled. She would take her time. He would learn that streets don’t forgive, and neither did she. A soft vibration in her pocket pulled her from her thoughts. Dee’s name flashed across the screen. She hesitated, then swiped to answer.

"Is this enough? I can get more. I'd rather the money come to me than go to the mistress." I counted the zeros. More than 150 million. Well, that was screw-you money, certainly. "More than enough. Alright, here's the plan. We can…" … We came up with the perfect plan and decided to fake our deaths. The date? My sister-in-law's birthday. The one to push the blame to? My husband's mistress, Lorelei. Oh, some people might call me cruel, but you should've seen the message she sent me. I'd love to make sure she gets a life sentence.

It was then I realized why he had come at me like that, his mate was there, and she just felt his death. I called Beherit and let him know it was done. "I said to kill anyone that was in the house, Malik." I cut the call and went upstairs. When I entered the back room there was a woman there holding a baby no more than 5 months old in a pink blanket. Tears were streaming down her face as she clutched the baby to her. "Please spare my baby please." Hearing that mother begging for her child's life twisted my insides and I knew that I needed to get out of here and out of this life. This felt so wrong and I felt that I had been set up.

"She was declared dead by the hospital four days ago. And you're only finding out now?" The room fell deathly silent. Everyone stood frozen as if struck by lightning. David's eyes widened, staring at the photo on the screen. "You must be mistaken. How could she be declared dead so suddenly?" He grabbed the officer's arm as his voice trembled. The officer impatiently shook him off. "The systems are connected. There's no mistake. She passed away in a hospital just a few kilometers from your house. Four days ago. Aren't you her husband? Why are you only looking for her now?"

" My head shot up as my eyes locked on Alex, bloodshot and wild. My voice was raw as I barked furiously, "And when they were done, when they finally realized what they did, they panicked. Those cowards—those killers! They smashed Sharon's face in with rocks! "Then they dumped her like trash… off the steepest cliff in Deadman's Hollow!"

When I pulled myself out of the pile of garbage, covered from head to toe in dirt and filth, I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, this very day was when everything fell apart. Jackson Miller, a poor student, had lost his chance at receiving the national scholarship. Consequently, he threatened to jump off the rooftop in despair. I rushed up there without hesitation to save him and risked my life. Instead of being grateful, he framed me as the one who had pushed him.