Better Off Dead: A Jack Reacher Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hudson whispered as he pulled the big man out of his seat. Jake was on his feet, firing shots into Buzzer’s men as they reacted to the new threat. Screams rang out and people ran for cover. Buzzer pulled a gun from the back of his jeans and Jake’s hand fisted the grip of the pistol, hitting Buzzer on the jaw. The man stumbled backwards and Jake grinned as he emptied the clip into Buzzer’s chest. “I prefer this deal,” Jake said as blood bubbled in Buzzer’s mouth and the light left his eyes. He glanced around, counting his men and nodding his head. His gun went back in its holster and together they all walked outside. The Dead Dogs would stay dead.

Is his last words before I felt his heart slowly fade away from its rhythm. “He’s dead,” Alpha Zac confirmed. Yeah. He’s dead. Alpha Ryder is dead.

“Aiden, you think this is about this life? You think I rejected you because of what you did this time?” Aiden's golden eyes widened in horror. He froze, as if struck by lightning. "You're... you're reborn, too?" he stammered. I looked at him, the man who was once my entire world. Now he was a pathetic wreck on a street corner. And I suddenly felt nothing. "Aiden," I said his name one last time. My voice held no hatred, only a dead, hollow calm. “In our last life, your son with Cora murdered me. In this one, you destroyed yourself. Don't you see, Aiden? With or without me, you are the architect of your own ruin. That was always your fate.”

Crying, she declared, "Ask Nathan about it! He knows where the body is! It wasn't me. It was Nathan who did it! He's the killer. He did everything. I don't know anything. Let me go!" The police immediately went over to Nathan's interrogation room and informed him, "Gina told us everything. She said you're the mastermind. If you give a confession, you may receive a more lenient sentence, but if you don't, it will only get worse for you. So, tell us what you did." Although Nathan had promised to take the fall on Gina's behalf, he was still shocked to hear that she'd pinned all the blame on him. He took a deep breath and grimly began to make his confession. "That's right. It was all me. There a

Then she walked up to me, viciously grinding her foot into my wound, using my blood as ink to press down her handprint. After finishing all this, she revealed a cruel smile. "Let him go," she ordered the security guards before saying to me, "John, you know? Your look of despair was just like your mother's before she died. On the day I went to court to declare you dead, I deliberately delivered the good news to your mother. Who would have thought that she'd be so frail? She passed away due to a heart attack." Nora did not have an ounce of pity on her face, only provocation.