Csi: Miami Ryan Wolfe Died Novels & Stories

“I miss you too so much, baby. I am being kept safe for a while but I’m sure I’ll be home soon.” “Where?” “They said I can’t tell.” “I’m just glad you’re safe.” “I miss you so much my love.” “I miss you more.” “Any break in the case?” “Our only key witness was pronounced dead.” “Mike is dead?!” He blurted, catching Dustin’s attention. “Yeah. Tonight. He was involved in a shootout.” “Does Ace know?” “Yeah, we all found out together.” “So what is going to happen to the whole of our case?”

DARIAN I woke up to the sound of birds and static. The bed beside me was empty, and still warm. Her scent lingered on the sheets, vanilla and citrus, soft and sharp all at once. My arm reached out instinctively, but I touched nothing but air. Then the television buzzed to life. I had forgotten I’d set the news to autoplay. I didn’t expect to hear my brother’s name. “Breaking news out of Mexico this morning. Billionaire Roman Wolfe presumed dead after a yacht explosion. The luxury vessel, The Sovereign, went up in flames just hours ago…”

"Oh, honey, don't look like that's news. You were gone for seven years. We learned shocking truths in your absence." Axel didn’t hesitate. “Ryan betrayed us,” he said flatly. “What he did was unforgivable. He violated our code and endangered everything we built. I’m not putting a man like that in charge of my empire—family or not.” He relaxed, then continued. “But if that’s what you all want—” I stepped forward. “He’s dead,” I interrupted. “Ryan Dren is dead. I killed him.” A collective gasp tore through the room. Thankfully, everyone's attention was now redirected to the subject of Ryan instead of the black box.

I whispered. “Nova,” he growled. “Who the fuck is out there?” I wasn’t looking at Cruz anymore. I was staring through a hairline crack in the broken window, and there he was. Rafe. “No,” I breathed. “It’s not possible.” Cruz’s voice dropped to a deadly whisper. “Rafe who?” I turned to him slowly. “Rafe Moretti.” His face changed instantly, filled with rage, disbelief, and shock. “That son of a bitch is dead,” Cruz said. “He died in the raid two years ago. Blade saw the body.”

she stands up and extends her hand to Dave, who is being dragged along by the hurricane named Mary. "So..." Niels gets my attention. "What are you drinking?" "I think a gin and tonic. But I admit I'm not a hundred percent sure." "Who would've thought, Collins," he smiles. "Don't judge me." "It's not that. It's just that you always had a prim and proper look." "And you don't?" "Not for those closest to me." "Alright." That reminded me of why he and Ryan were friends. "I'm still curious about why you decided to leave Ryan's."

Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. "What is it? If you don't tell me, I'm calling Xander!" Randolph reached for his phone. "Dad, I'm okay." Trista stared at the dirt, her voice jagged and unstable. "It's Cassian... he's dead." Randolph and Ulva froze, their faces turning ghost-white. They shook their heads in sync. "No. That boy—" "His wolf gave out late last night. He was rushed to the clinic, but they couldn't save him."

Kyle's POV Three weeks in Paris, and I was no closer to exonerating my father than when I'd arrived. If anything, I'd only uncovered more sins. The file on my desk contained photographs, financial records, Morton's call interrupted my thoughts. "Morton," I answered, my voice rough from lack of sleep. "Kyle," he replied. "There's been a development. Richard Williams is dead." I moved away from the window, alert. "How?" "Officially? Suicide. He was found hanging in his cell early this morning."

“He couldn’t have gotten away.” One of them shook his head. “I’m sorry, ma’am… he died at the scene.” “...What?” I whispered. “Mr Tomry was pronounced dead at the scene.” My hand slowly rose to my mouth. “No…” I murmured, shaking my head faintly. But the officers only looked on with sympathy. "What about Ryan where is he. He has to pay for this." I suddenly snapped “He’s a bad person,” I said, my voice breaking slightly. “I told you before, he hit me, he lied, he...he tried to kill me before.....”

As such, he pulled a stool over in a carefree and relaxed manner to sit next to the pool. He lit a cigarette and exhaled some white smoke. He looked leisurely and content. “Eveline, do you remember when we first met?” Carter looked into Madeline’s eyes and asked with a huge grin. “Back then, I didn’t know you'd be on the yacht.” Madeline’s gaze darkened. “You didn’t know I’m on the yacht too?” “That’s right, I didn’t.” Carter’s grin became wider. Madeline suddenly came to a realization. “So, you’re admitting that you have something to do with Ryan’s death? The sudden explosion was not an accident, but instead, it was man-made. And the person who created this accident was you, Carter Gray.”

Darian Wolfe The phone call made me even angrier as I drove out of the hospital. Viper is dead. Naomi is next. Their words stayed in my head. My grip on the wheel was so tight it hurt. I still couldn’t believe it. Viper was gone. My closest ally—gone. The picture of him lying on that table wouldn’t leave me. But I wasn’t going to let his death be the end. His death was the spark, and I was going to make them pay for it.