Novel & Cerita Bruce Wayne Murderer

“You’re hurting.” He gave me a small smile that did not reach his eyes. “Have some faith in me, sweetheart, I won’t break.” He leaned forward and continued. “So all the rogues we traced were already dead. It was almost like whoever killed them knew we were coming and killed them before we could get to them. “And just like that, any sort of lead we could follow vanished because, after all, you can’t trace a murderer if he gets rid of all the murder weapons that could lead back to him. That’s what this psycho did, killed off all the instruments that he used in his plan.”

He seemed pleased with this, however, his smile broadening. “Oh, like you’re the master of manipulation?” I prodded. Bruce leaned in close, his foul breath fanning against my face. "It’s second nature to me. You just find someone's weakness, their vulnerability, and you exploit it." I felt a shiver run down my spine, a mixture of fascination and unease. Bruce had always been enigmatic, but now he was being open about a side of himself that I'd only heard whispers of. He had a reputation for hacking into secure systems, but he'd always been careful not to reveal too much about his illicit activities.

"Bobby was still in the detention house when they died. How could he have killed them?" "You are right." Bryan breathed a sigh of relief. Bobby's identity was special. As long as the murdered wasn't him, it would be fine. "The murderers seemed to have something in the video. One of them said..." Stella took out the video and showed it to Bryan. "500,000 dollars, hahaha!" "Do you feel that there is something wrong with this?" Stella asked. Bryan listened to the voice over and over again, and then he concluded, "The murderer did not even care about the 500,000 dollars. Is it because they were already ready to commit suicide, so they didn't care about money?"

“You’re not just going to walk out of here unscathed for killing him. You need to understand that, kid.” His words are sharp, filled with fury. Seems like he and Wang had a good relationship. I don’t respond immediately. I don’t need to. The tension in the room builds with each second. Their fury is palpable, but I’ve made my move already and the guy in question is already dead. Now they have to decide how to live with it. “Bruce was a fucking problem,” I continue, each word deliberate. “And now, there’s my woman,Cara La Rosa. She is my Donna and he dared touch her.”

He is heartbroken. "I knew she killed your family," Bruce says. In some ways I am angry with him, but in others I know he was doing what he was told to do by the ancestors and Libby, probably Mother Agnes too. I look at his pitiful face. Bruce does not want to hurt me. I look over at Ryan, who is furious. "Who could you sit there with Umbra drinking and eating, knowing what she had done?" Ryan asks. Bruce reaches across the table, landing a punch on Ryan's face. "You have no idea what you are talking about, Ryan," Bruce yells at Ryan.

Nothing much has changed after Klick signed the mating certificate with Bruce. Initially, the assassin thought thatBruce did it because he had some sort of feelings for him. However, after getting transferred to the omega class and settling into his new life as an omega, nothing much has changed. He was starting to think that Bruce only did it out of kindness and that he had been mistaken. Maybe they were not truly fated mates and the heat he experienced was merely an illusion or a bad awakening.

Rachel said in a warning tone. “And you won’t? Bruce cocked a brow up at her. They both understood what he meant. “You know how much I love you, Bruce. I could never do that to you… We only take out people who pose a threat to us and we don’t pose any threats to each other.” Rachel said and sat comfortably on the seat Bruce had vacated. Bruce squinted at her as his eyes examined her. He knew her. He knew her too well. “Rachel, did you have something to do with this murder?”

“He’s as dirty as I am. Probably dirtier. You think he’s different? He’s just as deep in this shit as I am. He’ll kill without hesitation, and don’t think for a second that he hasn’t. The only difference between us is that he’s better at hiding it.” Vivian shook her head, refusing to believe what he was saying. “No... Damien wouldn’t...” “You don’t know him like I do!” Bruce shouted, his face inches from hers. “He’s not the hero in your story. He’s the same kind of monster I am. He’ll rip apart anyone who gets in his way, just like I did.” Vivian’s lip quivered as she stared up at Bruce, the man she once knew now a stranger, twisted by his own choices and the life he’d been sucked into. She

At Darren‘s behest, Bruce had hacked into all the CCTV systems in the city and the surrounding private areas. “Here, it's a bank, or rather a secret bank vault,” the computer specialist pointed to the screen. “He went out of here, through that armoured door, in a big hurry. He kept looking over his shoulder, as if he knew he was being followed.” “Did you find the killer who followed him?” Darren asked. “Yep there's the guy with the hat,” Bruce said as he quickly scrolled through the images on the screen. “He's the one who attacked the old man.”

Fixing his clothing, Bruce grumbles, "I'm calm." "So why do you think Jude murdered your son?" Hesitant, Bruce answers, "It's just a gut feeling." "Are you a police officer or a detective? Why are you moving on a hunch?" "I'm retired from Homeland Security." A sinister smirk is now on Jude's face. Glaring through him, Bruce continues, "But maybe I'm wrong, officers. Jude is extremely jealous when it comes to Ajay. Her rejecting him for my son, makes me think he would hurt or even kill him. But maybe my instincts are biased."