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They stripped me and filmed my naked body from every angle. "Isn't this too much?" one of them muttered. The leader sneered. "Too much? This is nothing. Don't forget what Esme said. If Claudia dies, it's her problem. So, let's enjoy ourselves!" Laughter filled the room as they advanced on me with their batons. I kept backing away and screamed, only to be dragged out and beaten mercilessly. With the last of my strength, I typed out a message on my phone. No one knew what reply came back. They saw me smile, and then the smile twisted into sobs. I hit my head hard on the ground, and I never breathed again.

I will never stand by any mafia. As she sleeps during the flight, I walk towards the back of the plane to talk to my most trusted guard. I left Levi behind to attend to some work since our coming here was impromptu. Her father is in the same plane but under strict watch. Can’t have the devil loitering around my angels. “Boss. You asked to see me.” The buff guy with a robotic face and voice asks as I walk into the little cabin. “Get me all the evidence you can against Preacher Wilder.”

Until Death-chapter 26 Theme: Surprised or Shocked, part 2 "How is that possible?" I asked no one in particular, my mouth still open in incredulity as the scene in front of me unfurled itself. Surprise is the military soldier's transformation that just turned into a reaper's warrior. The second is Ryan, so he was the reaper's leader all this time. That means he killed both my foster and biological dad. Lastly, my team.

Her second phone buzzed; She answered. “Where are we on the mission?” a clipped voice demanded. “Phase one is complete,” Angelique said. “He’s in love. I’ll begin phase two tonight.” “Good,” the voice replied. “When you transfer H and Sash to your name, kill him. Brutally.” A slow smile crept across her face. “You’ll have it done,” she said, and ended the call. Her normal phone vibrated immediately. She scowled—then saw Trunks’ name and felt the practiced smile return.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

The ground hadn’t been able to hold him. The water would, and the ice. New plans had been made. Soon, a new trap would be waiting. * Jack stood over his grave in the gathering dusk once again, yellow police tape flitting in the wind around him. Should have stayed at the bar where it was warm, gotten another beer. But he was here once again, at a place he hated yet couldn’t walk away from. He needed a new lead. He needed some progress, dammit. At least one step forward.

my phone beeped, and I furrowed my brows, bringing the phone to my face and saw that the battery was dead. "Darn it," I grumbled and quickly plugged the phone into my charger. Slowly, I got up and walked up to Jack. I could feel his body tense, the light from his phone illuminating his face. "Jack," I muttered under my breath, my hand creeping up on his shoulder. He jerked, and I frowned, then folded my hands. "Okay, what did I do?" I finally asked, and he sighed and pushed his phone into his pocket. "Nothing."

Standing in that dining room was like drowning, and considering I had felt what drowning was, I saw no difference. If I stayed here with Maverick, I would be making the same mistake my mother made, staying in a place where she didn’t belong. And where did she end up? Dead. But.. what was my fate if I didn’t stay? Pretty unknown too. I sighed and slowly placed my hand in his extended one. “I’ll stay,” I whispered softly, feeling the cold glares stab into my skin from all sides.

She nodded slightly and together they pulled the trigger. Henry's body fell backward on the white bed. Red blood poured from the head wound staining the sheets in stark contrast. Jack reached his arm around her and pulled Alex in close. Tears streaked her face, she didn't know why. Henry was a bad man and it's not like she hadn't killed before. But this felt so personal. Jack soothed her in a gentle voice. He took the gun from her and held her tight in his arms. She clung to him and cried. It was finally over. She was finally free.

“Hey hey hey, Jack, did you watch the death broadcast last night? It was too exciting. It was simply too enjoyable! That Death Inquisitor was too awesome. Too cool. Two people were killed by him at the New York City Police Station. Don’t you think it’s awesome? Too awesome!” Jack smiled faintly and said, “All right. You can go back. You can watch it when you go home.” Thompson shook his head and said, “No, no, no. My phone doesn’t have any traffic. What if those people die on the way home? I can’t miss such a wonderful scene of death! I have to watch those people die before I leave!” “Then why don’t you go back to the day shift?” “All right. Then you can go back!” Thompson waved his hand and