Did Echo Kill Kingpin Novels & Stories

Arturo says. I nod. She's fine. They are fine. I can't believe it until I see her myself. I set my jaw tight. "If he wants to send them back. Why did he do it?" Ryan frowns. "Because he didn't order it," Arturo says and pauses. I look at him to complete it. I don't have patience. I need to find her before I burn everything Dylan loves. "Who?" Ryan asks. "Doughs! I've dug deep into his fast. Jonathan King, Dylan's father, killed Douglas' only son in front of him." He says

He was weak from lack of oxygen and the extreme pain she was giving him. “You will regret even thinking that you could steal from me. Stealing from a Di Angelo.” “Di… Angelo?” I could hear a subtle hint of fear upon realizing the weight of that name. Maybe he finally remembered the name Sol. “What? You really think I was only using Sol’s name? My name is Cara Luna Di Angelo, daughter of Domenico Di Angelo, the late king of the mafia. I see the regret and fear in your eyes. Good.” She let him go before rising. In a swift movement, she kicked him and pulled the trigger for the last time. Blood floods out from the center of his chest. I could see the fear and regret in his still opened eyes des

I could almost feel my jaw about to drop when the Kingpin spoke again. " So you were saying something about my men?", the Kingpin asked. " Yes back to that. Your men, who I payed amply to protect the location of my dad, slacked off and let someone in. And they told me that the person took pics of my dad in that state. Do you know the consequences of that? I could lose everything", I said. " Calm down, Mr Kelly. I see you have a lot on your chest, Estoy en lo cierto?", he said, " they will be punished that is for sure but you have to make sure that you keep your end of the bargain", he said.

I should tell them, but I know Vincent would make it look like it was all me that set my mate up. "We were hoping you would have answers for us," Lincoln's eldest brother, Edward asked. "I've heard whispers that the Duke of Ellington may know something," I lied but I knew the bastard had been assassinated. "He's dead," Edward interjected. "Oh, that's too bad. I'm willing to bet it was connected. Whomever had him killed must have been trying to cover their tracks. Was his pack dwelling scoured?" I asked worriedly. "Yes, no evidence of the Alpha King ever being there though," he dryly replied. "Please, please find him," I begged missing my mate. After meeting with King Edward and his mate, Que

My heart hurts just from hearing his little cry out in the hall. I'm not sure what Jory says to Dario next because he whispers it into his ear, but whatever it is, it causes the Kingpin's eyes to widen. As Jory continues whispering into his ear, he takes his knife and slowly slides it across Dario's neck. A moment later, the Mafia Kingpin is no more, and Jory pulls me out of the cage. "What did you say to him?" I ask. "I wouldn't have whispered it if I thought it was okay for you to hear, sweetness. Just know that everything I said was a lie, but I needed him to die knowing or thinking he knew the fate of his son."

She entered my world involuntarily, pulled from the clutches of a grim fate I couldn’t ignore. And while she may be a captive in terms of her freedom, she holds a strange power that captivates my attention in return. I walk over to my laptop. Emails from my lieutenants flash on the screen, the neon underbelly of Las Vegas awaiting my commands. I’m not just any Alpha; I’m the Kingpin of this city. Casinos, underground fights, you name it—the city belongs to me. But as my cursor hovers over the first unread message, my mind rebels, refusing to focus. Her image blazes through my thoughts, potent enough to dull even the scotch.

“You just burned a man from the inside out, Elena. That’s not something you undo.” Diego’s body sagged in the chair—lifeless, steam still rising from his burned shirt. The stench of acid and charred flesh filled the room. Elena’s stomach churned. She backed away, her breath catching as the weight of what had just happened hit her like a bullet to the chest. She hadn’t meant to. She wanted to speak, to explain, to defend herself—but the truth was heavier than any excuse. She had crossed a line. She had killed a Mafia Lord.

With unwavering conviction, he issued a command to the pair before him: "Either you shall meet your demise at my hand, or you shall take your own life." Their eyes met, and in that moment, a silent understanding passed between them. It was clear to them that the words that had escaped the King's lips were no mere jest. They would sooner choose to end their own lives than to meet their demise at the merciless hands of a tyrannical monarch. They tenderly clasped their own necks, whispering words of adoration to one another. Silence enveloped them as they gazed into each other's eyes, unable to break the spell that held them captive. Had the king refrained from shouting, their stillness would h

His hand wrapped around the man’s throat, lifting him effortlessly off the ground. “Who sent you?” he demanded, his voice low, deadly. The man only smiled. A slow, knowing smile. The same one Aria had seen before. Her stomach twisted. “You’re too late,” the attacker rasped. The Alpha King’s grip tightened. “Answer me.” But the man only laughed—weak, but defiant. Then his body went still. Aria’s breath caught. “He… what did he—” “Poison,” the Alpha King muttered, releasing the lifeless body. His jaw clenched, frustration flickering across his face. “They’d rather die than talk.”