Dead Man's Walk Movie Novels & Stories

"But since they've already drawn the knife, I should at least see how they plan to use it." That night, the old opera house glowed beneath dim golden lights. Lux arrived on time, though she had no intention of walking in alone. Marco stationed two men in the shadows nearby, while Laura settled into the opposite box ahead of time with a camera running. It was not forgiveness for Lorenzo, merely acceptance of the most effective security arrangement available. As expected, the moment the private box door closed, the person waiting inside was not an insurance representative. It was Bianca's mother. Or more accurately, Bianca's adoptive mother, Francesca.

He just let Billy's rage rip into his body. "That's enough," I said. Billy stopped his attack but kept a heavy paw pressed against Ford's throat. Ford looked up at me, his eyes an ocean of regret and despair. "Shelly—" "Don't use that name," I cut him off, my voice as steady and clinical as a surgeon's. "Ford Blackwood, you violated our mate vow: 'Never deceive'." His body shook violently. "I know, I—" "You let your brother die for another woman," I walked toward him, step by step. "You chose betrayal for a threat that never existed."

I laced up my boots and got down from the car with a gun tucked behind my pockets. I got a confirmation call from Rocco informing me that the coast was clear. I caught my hair in a pony tail and wore a baseball cap and my hood over it. Ensuring that no one in sight was watching me I climbed over the gates of the mansion and made my way inside. I was able to get through the front door easily cause Rocco had done the needful. Thick darkness stuffed up the living room making it a little bit difficult to navigate my way and considering the fact I haven't been here made my walk and work worse.

I worked myself to the bone every month so she could do what she loved, yet she went and staged an electrocution to kill me. The power outlet continued to hiss and buzz, like the mocking laughter of a devil. I stared at Felicia with hatred as she took my bank card before making a call. "Please… Help me… My husband accidentally got electrocuted. I need to arrange a funeral," she said, pretending to cry.

Emily threw a bucket of cold water on him to wake him up, and the beating and screaming resumed. No one knew how much time passed. Kyle eventually stopped breathing. Even the men were terrified by now. Their own hands were bloody from beating him. When they saw that he was truly dead, they fell to their knees in front of Emily. "We did what you asked. Can you let us go now?" Emily smiled and nodded. "Go ahead." Overjoyed, the men rushed out of the house—only to hear the piercing wail of police sirens. They cursed her, "Emily, you lying cheater! You called the cops on us. Aren't you afraid we'll turn you in and drag you down with us?"

Edmond hit the floor, eyes glued to the corpse like the air had been punched out of him. The noise brought company—Philip barged in, and that's when I knew they were both back. Ariel floated beside me. We watched in silence. I knew she wanted this moment too. The big reveal. The crash of those two men who always acted untouchable. What now, now that their dead wives were staring back at them? Philip ran over, trying to haul Edmond up, but Edmond jerked his arm so hard, Philip nearly ate the floor.

He was going to believe her with that. With the spirit of meeting her again, he left the scene. He took the backpack she told him about and departed. He didn’t even know what was inside the bag, he just took it like how he was supposed to. Within minutes that he was gone, a few DEA fellow ran in with a gun in their hands. They pointed the gun everywhere, checking their surrounding.

“Every detail he chose for you is flawless.” I was about to reply when the news anchor’s voice from the TV in the studio caught my attention. “We interrupt with breaking international news. Chicago mob boss Axel Thorne was murdered late last night on his private dock. The killer has been identified as his former mistress, Seraphina Croix. Both fell to their deaths in the Chicago River…” I froze.

The second the officers held up my picture, he snatched it away before they could say a word and giggled. "Wifey... sleep. She was bad. I squeezed her to death..." "Benny! Run!" The old woman let out a piercing scream. The two officers moved fast. Within seconds, Benny was on the ground in cuffs. The yard exploded into chaos. Shouting. Crying. Wailing. I floated silently above it all. My spirit felt lighter again. Like I was about to leave.

A murderer should face the law. In the end, the case still resulted in Caleb Blake's conviction. First, he had deliberately driven into the victim. Then he had beaten the victim to death. That was intentional murder. Caleb was sentenced to life in prison. He would spend the rest of his life behind bars. When we came out of court, Vivian had returned from retrieving her father's body. The acrid smell on her made everyone step away from her. Vivian didn't care. She grabbed Julian's arm tightly.