Novel & Cerita Damian Wayne Killed

"Bad guys get what's coming to them eventually. Let's just wait. When my boss comes looking for me, his life will become a living hell." With that, Sam turned and left as if he'd never been there. Torven sped out of there, not easing up on the gas until that voice finally faded from his ears. Only then did he slow down. Wyatt had definitely killed her, so why had he heard her voice just now? Torven had no clue what was going on. He suddenly pulled over and yanked the cloth out of Damian's mouth. "Did Wyatt actually kill her or not?" Damian froze. "You know she's dead. It was trending online for two days."

Her eyes narrowed as he approached her and sat down beside her. "What the fuck Damian, what's wrong with you?" Kimmie demanded. "You fucking killed him and pushed him off the cliff. That wasn't part of the plan." She ranted as she struggled to contain her anger. Damian's face twisted into a snarl. "He saw my fucking face, you know that," he growled. "I did what I had to do, everything happened fast, there's no way the initial plan would've worked."

"You don’t get to make anything right. Not now. Not after everything you’ve done." Without hesitation, Damian pulled the trigger. The sound of the gunshot rang through the air, louder than any of the previous shots. Lucas’s body jerked once, and then fell still. Damian stood over him, watching as the life drained from Lucas’s eyes. His hands still gripped the gun, but his heart felt nothing. He had done what needed to be done. Lucas had crossed a line. And now, he was gone.

With a signal, two men—badly beaten—were dragged from the car. Wilson went pale. “Are these your men?” Damien asked, smiling. “Tut tut tut…” He shot them both. “Sign, or you die next.” “Fine! I’ll sign, just don’t kill me!” “You made me kill two people. I’m feeling so bad,” Damien said sarcastically. Wilson quickly signed and handed the paper back. “I’ve signed it! Please let me—” BANG. Damien pulled the trigger. “So easy,” he muttered, smiling. “Dispose of them. Clean it up.”

Damian Cross was my father's most promising lieutenant. To earn the right to marry me, he swore he would take over the Golden Triangle. Before he left, he kissed my forehead. "Wait for me. The whole Golden Triangle will be your wedding gift." I waited for him for three years. Three years later, he returned covered in scars, with a fragile-looking girl following behind him. By then, he had become the "Mad Dog," a man whose name struck fear into everyone in the underworld. He went down on one knee in front of my father. "She took a bullet for me. I owe her my life, and I owe her my name." My father put the black-and-gold whip in my hand. Everyone in the room was waiting for me to make h

But before I could pull the trigger again, a shadow moved behind me. Damian. His hand wrapped around mine, steadying my grip. He didn’t say anything—just looked at me. Then, without a word, he took my gun and pressed it against Sergei’s forehead. “No mercy,” Damian said softly. And then he pulled the trigger. Sergei crumpled. His body hit the dock with a final, lifeless thud. Silence. For the first time in weeks, true silence. Damian exhaled slowly, lowering the gun. Then he turned to me, searching my face. “You okay?”

/Crack! Finally, I couldn't bear the pain any longer and fell weak to the ground. Dorian had not lied about his intent to kill Cassian. Immediately after finishing his speech, filled with anger and hatred towards his brother, Dorian stabbed Cassian in the abdomen with his sharp sword, causing Cassian's body to collapse and lose a significant amount of blood. /Step. Step. Step./ I began to lose breath, and amidst the unbearable pain, I could still hear the sound of footsteps beside my head.

Damien took the stand. He told his story. He talked about the networks he dismantled, the lives he saved. The choices he made. The prosecutor cross-examined him. He was aggressive and relentless. "Mr Grayson. Did you kill a man named Marcus Webb?" Damien was quiet for a moment. "Yes." "And was Marcus Webb unarmed when you killed him?" "He was holding a weapon. He was threatening to kill innocent people." The prosecutor leaned closer. "And you killed him without hesitation."

she says "He-he wasn't a-all so awesome," I tell her "Did you shoot him?" She asks "N-no, I came home f-from college and he was here," I tell her honestly. "He was already gone when you got there?" She asks "Y-y-yes," Mika wrapped her arms around my waist pulling my back against her I turned around to hug her as we continued talking to the operator, telling her everything we knew. Eventually, we heard police sirens coming, "I'm going to hang up now, okay?" The lady asks

It was hard to deny the man's attractiveness, but Max knew better than to let appearances cloud his judgment. Just as they were about to speak, Sebastian's smooth voice cut through the air. " Please go on, I am waiting, gentlemen?" he saidad, his tone polite but with a hint of curiosity Max stepped forward, his expression serious. "Mr. Wayne, we're here to discuss the recent death of Damian. We have some questions we'd like to ask you."