Canserbero Death Scene Novels & Stories

They're arguing, Diamente will win. "It won't be safe," Dr. Marino says. I hear a ding. An elevator. The wheels bump as they cross the threshold and I feel my side again. My head lolls and I open my eyes, or I think I do, and I see Fernando Mancini. I see his dead eyes. See the knife in his throat. I put it there. I killed him. The doors swoosh open and we're rolling again. A few minutes later, we're outside. I feel it in the change of temperature, in the fresh, not chemically scented air.

Without hesitation, he put the call on speaker. “Boss,” Marco’s voice crackled through the line, tight with frustration. “We tracked down the second source. The one who was supposed to have solid dirt on Viktor Kane’s handler.” Luciano’s fingers flexed around the whiskey glass, knuckles whitening. “And?” “Dead, sir. Single shot to the back of the head, professional. No struggle. And they left their signature right on the body.” A heavy pause. Luciano’s eyes met mine across the kitchen island, cold and unreadable. “Black feather.”

I was barely alive when I was rushed through the emergency entrance. In my daze, I saw Alessio passing by me with Camelia still in his arms. Throughout the whole process, he never once looked back at me. The doors to the emergency room slowly closed, and the urgent beeping of machines could be heard. The doctor was frantically shouting something, but I couldn't make out what it was. I began to lose consciousness. As I faced death, there was only one thought in my mind. "Alessio, I can never marry you now. Will my death sadden you?"

The guard stationed by the door shouted into his radio and more men came inside. Bernie managed to make a mark with his blood on the table toppling from his chair, hitting the ground m, and then going still. All she heard after the sudden quiet was, “He’s dead.”

He remained still because he was unsettled by the timing, method and precision of that death. Everything was too neat and deliberate. Death had come before Abram had even had the chance to speak. Someone had already ensured that he would never answer a single question. The medical team had just finished carrying Abram’s body away when the door to the interrogation room opened again. Garrison entered with fast footsteps and an expression that was far from good, making Fabrizio realise that their problems were not over yet. Garrison approached Fabrizio. “Beta.” Fabrizio turned and asked, “What is it?”

"So why show yourself now? Why come back to visit my brother's grave?" Jeremy sighed softly, his tone unusually calm. "I knew it. I knew this whole thing was a trap. "But a few days ago, I was diagnosed with cancer. I don't have long left anyway. At this point, death doesn't scare me anymore. "I just thought... before I die, seeing Jason one more time would make it worthwhile." He paused, then looked up at me. "By the way, what exactly were Jason's final words before he jumped?" There was genuine curiosity mixed into his voice. Clearly, that was one of the reasons he had come.

I leaped from the second floor balcony, dropping right in front of The Abyss's heavily armed guards. I raised my hands recklessly and screamed, "I killed them! I'm right here!" The next second, bullets tore through my chest. That was how I died. I didn't regret it. I only felt relief and savage satisfaction. I had suffered through hell, drowning in filth. To take them down before I died—it was worth it. As the video ended, screams filled the venue. "Cassius is actually dead! Oh my god!" "The Russos are murderers! Arrest them!"

So he wanted to hear what Dante is expecting from him. Dante pulled out a video footage which was stored on his phone. In that footage, the two male nurses were seen wheeling a patient out of the emergency room. According to Lisa, the patient was already dead and the surgery was canceled. So only Serene entered the emergency as the patient was never taken inside. So that person whom the two men took out should be Serene.

I came around the furniture. Caruso was dead. Hit directly in the head and severely on the chest. I stood in the stillness and understood exactly what had happened. It was Caruso they wanted. Someone had been watching Caruso the same way Max had. He was dead the moment he accepted the contract. Whoever was behind this was trying to cut off any loose ends. It had to be someone with a lot of financial influence. What I couldn’t wrap my head around was why they’d kill a cancer patient. It didn’t add up.

The terrace where we’d dined not twenty minutes earlier sat empty, the white linen tablecloth fluttering in the sea wind, wine glasses still half full. Voss’s chair had been knocked backward. “There,” Dante said sharply, moving toward the far end of the terrace where a single dark shape lay sprawled against the marble, unmoving. I reached the senator’s body only a few steps behind Dante, my breath catching hard in my throat. Voss stared up at the night sky with wide, unseeing eyes, a single clean wound dark against his silver hair, blood pooling slow and final beneath him. He’d been dead only minutes. “He didn’t even get to finish his wine,” Dante said quietly, crouching beside the body, his