Novel & Cerita Crime Drama Luther

POV: Luther I slammed the chamber door shut behind us, the echo rattling through the stone walls. My chest heaved, my fists trembling. The image of Reis’s hands on her, his mouth against her throat, her whisper of his name—it burned in my skull like acid. I had nearly killed him. I almost torn his throat out in front of the elders. And if they hadn’t stopped me, I would have, certainly. “Luther—” Lara’s voice was soft, uncertain, but it only stoked the fire roaring in my blood.

He knew in himself who he really wanted, which is why it led them in hurting each other so much before. But now . . . he would gamble again that they both still had hope. Luther had intended to follow his brother Lander but heard someone arguing outside. So he lowered the windshield. There, he saw Lander and a woman fighting. The woman was wearing a black dress with a black leather gloves. Her hairstyle was similar to 80's hairstyle of hollywood actress. Luther guesses that it’s her outfit to her new role, —well, because the woman is an actress.

“I lost my best friend and believed he was the real traitor. Christopher was always an upright man, even as a mafioso. I shouldn’t have doubted him so easily. I’m sorry!” “If you want, we have another video and audio of him stealing weapons and selling them without your knowledge, plus conspiring to dethrone you from the Bratva,” Luther says. However, he just waves his hand, indicating it’s not necessary. The video we just showed is already enough. Faina held her father’s hand, squeezing it as if trying to transmit all the strength she felt for him.

"Well, change of plans!" Trevor pushed her. "What the heck?!" Just then they heard sirens from police cars. They stopped bickering and noticed that Luther was not untied and was trying to untie Vivian. "How the hell?!!" Trevor tried to get near them but Luther swung at them a wood from Viv's broken chair. He then stood up with the soft Vivian who still hasn't recovered from her almost dying. "I had a tracker attached to myself," Luther explained while grinning.

m. And then it happened. A sharp flicker cut across the projector screen behind Asher..At first, I thought it was a glitch — until the screen froze, and a video began to play. My blood turned cold. Luther. On-screen. Drunk. Disoriented. Grabbing Cathy no, being filmed as if he was grabbing her. She looked terrified. Disheveled. She stumbled back. There were no words—just tension and heavy breathing, and… No. The room gasped.

Luther clenched his fists, forcing down his rage with visible effort. "The evidence you want will be here any second. Right now, my fiancee is coughing up blood. If she doesn't get immediate medical attention, she could die." His chest felt tight and painful. Today was supposed to be his day off. He had come out to visit a discharged veteran friend who was sick, only to stumble into this scene of his fiancee being framed. Luther had served his country with distinction and earned countless honors, yet he couldn't even protect the woman he loved in time. How ironic.

The police are outside restoring order and the press is out there gathering news and interviewing every person they come across. So far they have gathered that Luther had shot his dad and they already know that he had attempted to rape Matthew's wife and he got arrested for that but his father and Matthew bought his freedom back. I don't know how they found out but they know that Matthew was arrested and the fact that a man can choose to help a man that attempted to rape his wife is making headlines, in other words, Matthew Bryant and Luther West are making headlines in most of the media houses. "Still feeling sorry for that asshole?" Ric asks me and I sigh.

Luther was shaking a fruit knife in his hand as he charged at me, his eyes wild with hysteria. His entire mind was clearly unhinged. Celine instinctively stepped in front of me. In the split second the blade flashed, I shoved her aside. The sharp pain of steel piercing my palm made me vividly recall the burning flesh from that fire in my previous life. For a brief moment, clarity returned to Luther's eyes. Taking advantage of that instant, he turned and tried to run, but the arriving police pinned him to the ground.