Novel & Cerita Club Onyx Murders

The crime scene photos were old and yellowed with age, but the wounds on the victims were identical to the ones in her case—gaping, jagged lacerations that spoke of unspeakable violence. She scanned the report, her pulse hammering in her ears. Lead investigator: Detective Michael Cross. Her father. The world tilted on its axis. "My dad worked this case?" Harris nodded, his expression grave. "Thirty years ago. Same pattern, same full moons, same damn claw marks. He never solved it. And then, one night… he vanished."

He looked at Liam frostily and said, "I have to agree that you're very arrogant and bold. People usually aren't as calm as you when they are facing me. "I admit that I like your ability very much. But since you don't appreciate it, don't blame me for being merciless." Upon saying that, Sonny exuded a strong murderous intent and made the atmosphere in the surrounding frosty. Liam could feel that Sonny's gaze was filled with a desire to kill, but he remained standing in place calmly. He had a faint smile on his face, but his gaze was incredibly icy. His tone was frosty as he asked in return, "Sonny, you said Sonny Club is the top ten organizations in the underworld of the state. Since you're f

said the chubby compulsive spitter who would look right at home on a porch swing with a banjo. Tasha released a sigh of frustration and turned to the gangly guy beside Chubby. “What did Onyy do to him?” Without moving his eyes from her breasts, Gangly absentmindedly replied, “Merk just wants to make Onyx suffer—it’s like a tit-for-tat thing.” Merk? That name certainly rang a bell. “But…Merk dead. Onyx challenged him in juvie; he killed him.” And he’d spent most of his life feeling bad about it.

Hound says, and I just nod once as the club surrounds Johnny and fuss over him just the same as they did with Melody and James. Today has been draining and scary as hell. By far the scariest day I have had and that is saying something. The kids and women are not to be touched. That is part of the laws set down by the clubs. But clearly the Sons Of Hades have no respect for any of the club laws and because of that I can guarantee they will pay with their lives.

"You want to kill me? Do it. But do it while looking into my eyes, not like a coward in an alley. Show me the woman I saved is still in there." The tension was a physical cord stretched to the breaking point. The music in the club seemed to fade into a dull roar. Sloane’s finger hooked around the trigger through the fabric of her dress. She saw the pulse jumping in Julian’s neck. He was daring her. He was loving the danger. Suddenly, the heavy oak doors of the club burst open. Four men in long overcoats entered. They weren't the Syndicate. They were Russians—the Sokolov crew. And they weren't here to talk.

"Eva is right. He faces public judgment. The clubs need to see him answer for his crimes. Need closure." "The clubs are tearing themselves apart," Victoria reminded us. "Knox's revelations did their job. By the time we get back, there might not be clubs to judge him." She was right. My phone showed hundreds of messages. Hammer fighting with other Reapers. Vipers splitting into factions. Accusations flying. Violence erupting. Twenty-seven years of Knox's manipulations bearing fruit. "Then we stop them before it is too late," I said. We arrived at dawn. The clubhouse parking lot was chaos. Two hundred bikers facing off in groups, weapons drawn, old grudges surfacing. The revelations had expose

MEGAN’S POV “The owner of the chain of clubs Cubes was found murdered in his club this morning. The police found a yellow rose next to his body just like they found one next to Mr Cole’s body yesterday. Now the question on everyone’s mind is, are we looking at a serial killer targeting businessmen? More on the story tomorrow.” I smiled watching the news and felt good. Finally, everything was good with the world. These people have not seen anything yet.

We aren’t top dogs for nothing. Alex though, has been the worst. His constant need to kill has been unbearable. Only a week ago he murdered fourteen people just because he could. Utter Chaos. Granted none of us have slept with any other woman since our proposed engagement to Mr. Moretti’s daughter. I fear if we don’t get it going soon the whole city could be in danger. Soon, we’re pulling up to Club Ambrosia. The big flashy lights flashing as our bouncer stands guard outside the front entrance clipboard in hand. A list of names held securely upon it as a line of people wait to get in.

Onyx called as I had missed his address to the crowd. "You face trial for manipulation, murder and other serious crimes, that is, how do you answer," He questioned, looking at Roman.. "Who did I kill?" Roman asked, his voice low but still had weight. "The late king and his wife," Onyx replied as Roman smirk. I look at Damon, signaling for him to get ready with the videos before looking at her father. "I did not killed them and you, you are only trying the cover up for them," Roman yelled, raisin murmured among the crowd.

Caden Marcus sent the data to him on time. Three hundred and forty confirmed entries between eight and eleven PM. Entrance records, car park feeds, timestamped. There was no internal footage. Onyx ran no cameras inside the club, by policy, and their clientele had always preferred it that way. Caden was on the phone immediately. "Walk me through what we have," he said.