Novel & Cerita Canserbero Death Scene

Cass dies. Try to harm Elle - Cesar drops the banner. Cass dies. Then Lucas and I die for good measure. Injure myself, cause any diversion. Cesar drops the banner. Cass dies. Twisting my head I searched around the beige and gold royal bedroom for a sign, anything that could help. Every vein raced with painful adrenalin. I've stood in front of dozens of enemies and stared death in the face before. Slashed and hacked my way through flesh and bone. But this fucking demon in pink silk is the one to break me.

“Thanks for doing that.” “No problem,” she said to Francois. She sees John and Carl walking over to where Francois’ desk is. They both look at the screen and switch it to the surveillance cameras. Marianne couldn’t see it properly but she recognised that it’s the Blackbourne Rd near the main gate. She sees cars passing by. “Dr. Kenny Jones’ body will be cremated in three days time.” Marianne slowly turns her head at Francois “Huh!?” “Lt. Cole made an arrangement for the body to be cremated soon, and that is in three days,” explained Francois.

Nobody noticed the shooter with a hidden camera on his shirt. One of the videos on the screen was showing someone moving on the Brooklyn bridge and my men informed me they were following Vincenzo Biancis himself, the current New York Godfather. I told them to make sure this one should die on the spot or else I'd kill them. With seconds in difference, all the live footage on the flat screen tv showed how all The Biancis fell to the ground lifeless. Gerardo Sanguin stood up and clapped his hands while he laughed like the devil. He walked to where I was standing and gave me a tight hug.

“I—I can’t run no more. I saw something… awful. Jeremiah—he killed Catalina. I saw it.” Bernard’s breath caught, his hands gripping the pew back. “Killed? Rosa, slow down—tell me everything.” Her voice broke, words tumbling fast. “In the bathroom—weeks ago. She was shaky, yeah, but he… he held her down. Hands on her neck, water splashing, ‘til she stopped moving. Bruises—her arms, her throat—I saw ‘em before he dragged her out. Told me it was an accident, but it wasn’t. I ran—called that show—then he came for me.”

Giving Serena one last look, I leave the safest room in the mansion and go back out into what would be a war zone. However, I came up with the same results as before; Dante’s body was nowhere to be found. What could they possibly need with his body if he was dead? We all saw him getting shot in the head, so there was no point in denying it. My brother, our Capo Dei Capi, was dead. The beeping of the fire alarm gets my attention before the smell does. “Dario, they set the entire upstairs alight!” A soldier calls to me.

> “Matteo, a Caruso employee found dead in what sources are calling a deliberate execution. More details are emerging about potential internal conflicts within the Caruso family.” Her hand froze. The mug didn’t quite make it to the counter instead it thudded down a little too hard, spilling some over the side. Her eyes locked on the screen, where Matteo’s photo sat next to a grainy video of a stretcher being wheeled out from behind crime scene tape. The sheet covering the body was thin enough for the blood to show through. His shoes were still visible. The camera lingered on it longer than it should have. She didn’t move.

My phone buzzed again. Another video from Derek Voss. I opened it with numb fingers. The camera showed the warehouse once more. Ryan and my mother were still tied to their chairs, both crying. Derek stood over a motionless body on the floor Lucian’s body. Blood pooled beneath him. He wasn’t moving. Derek kicked the body once, then smiled into the camera. “Confirmed. Lucian Kane is dead. He chose his little slut over his empire and paid with his life.” He turned the camera to my mother.

he said with a slight sigh, "the initial indications show that Cale died by hanging in his holding cell." Those words hung in the air, heavy and pressing. Cassandra knew that behind the official explanation, something was wrong. Dr. Andrew glanced at his watch and sighed. "Sorry, I have to go. There are some report files I need to finish," he said. "If you need more details, Martinez has an initial copy of the forensic report." With a small nod, Dr. Andrew walked away, leaving Cassandra, Alexander, and Martinez outside the forensic room door. The door clicked softly as it closed, as if signaling that this conversation was about to take a more serious turn.

“After we crowned ourselves in Rueben’s blood.” He chuckled low and dark, sliding a cup of coffee to me. “Figured you’d want to see this.” He gestured toward the massive TV screen across the living room. The news was already on. And there it was. BREAKING NEWS: RUEBEN BIANCHI FOUND DEAD AT PRIVATE STRIP CLUB — TIED AND MUTILATED. The news anchor’s voice quivered over the gory details. “...was found nude and tied to a mirrored ceiling beam. Reports say his chest was carved open with strange symbols and a bullet between the eyes. Authorities say it was a targeted assassination.”

The woman who used to look at me like I was something safe. “What did you say?” I asked. Don," Matteo’s voice came through, sounding rattled. "Antonio is dead. She... she walked into The Gilded Cage and executed him in front of everyone." The glass in my hand nearly shattered. I stood up, the room spinning. "What? Serena... she did what?"