Does Dexter Kill Innocent People Novels & Stories

I was going to find Dexter's killer, no matter what it takes, the memory of being told he was dead, and how I saw him he was cold and pale, like a shell of the Alpha he used to be. It was quite sad, right when he was turning Good and going to help save thousands. The killer was clever he made sure he left no trace, no footprint leading back to him and he planned this to put me in a spot. Keep the trial going without a witness and Dexter's testimony or I'll tell everyone he was dead. “Enzo,” Max said. I looked at him. “Dexter is dead,” he said, reminding me that I was about to get pissed but I calmed down to listen to him.

He ended up sounding like a fool because no one believed he was telling the truth. "Hold on a sec, sir. Did you hit her or not? That's the only thing I care about right now," Officer Lucas asked Dexter nicely. "Yes, I did. But," Dexter paused In the process of trying to find the perfect utterances to prove his innocence, he got punched in the face by Officer Lucas. Luckily for Dexter, he didn't end up with a black eye due to his thick skin. "I should have done this immediately I got here but guess what? I decided to hold back until I gathered the much-needed evidence," Officer Lucas revealed.

"Oh, what's with the fancy outfit today? Are you going to see your old sugar daddy? Have him give you more money so you can fix that crappy car of yours!" I walked straight past the security booth without turning my head or slowing down. Feeling ignored, Dexter cursed angrily and stormed out of the booth after me. "Stop right there! I'm talking to you!" After taking two steps, he stopped for no clear reason. The sight of my tall figure dressed in black suddenly made him uneasy. …

In a dim room, a handsome man sat on the stool. His face was lightly visible as the light from the laptop fell on his face. He had an evil smirk plastered on his face as he swiftly typed on the keyboard. ‘You are sure to be famous. Someone is again trying to get your information… Don’t worry I am the dark and I am protecting you from the dark, Jessica, be brave and face your enemies well.’ …………… The doctors examined Jia once more. Her face was pale as she screamed painfully filling the room with her shrill voices. Slowly these voices faded and the machine showed no sign of life. She was dead.

Randy had done it here before, yet Dexter was never so angry. John secretly felt sorry for Randy. If Randy knew that he would lose an arms and a leg for one slap, he would certainly keep his hands off Barbara. Jeremy finally learned the truth in their way back. It turned out that he misunderstood Dexter and someone else assaulted Barbara. David grumbled, "Mr Black, you shouldn't attack him without finding out what was going on. Dexter is not an ordinary man in San Francisco. We will meet him a lot in the future. It's not a good thing to offend him"

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! Please!” I lowered the gun. “Good.” He gasped. “If I tell you… will you let me go?” I smiled. “Of course.” I glanced at Lucian. “Record this.” “Dexter Paredes!” he blurted. “It was Dexter Paredes!” Silence. Then— Two gunshots. Straight to his chest. “W-why…?” He choked on blood. “One of your bullets killed my people.” I stared down at him. Cold. Empty. “See you in hell… boy.”

His gorgeous black head was now bloodied, his tongue dangling from his open mouth. The crowd gasped in shock. Max gripped my hand. I saw Mr. Chadwick’s fists fold in rage. The Vandals nearby circled around him, almost protectively. Ryders circled Aston. In the room, testosterone brimmed. Tattooed bikers facing each other off. “Oh, I’m sorry, I heard you like to hunt and display your kills so I thought I could bring you a fresh head,” Dexter said. His eyes were wild and psychopathic. “You think this is a joke? You’re a dead man,” Mr. Chadwick barked.

Benzo asked with a suspicious glint in his eyes. “I mean! It'd be such a waste and a pity to kill her off like that!” He mumbled, his head down while i stared at him. Alistair Dexter is my second in command. After Me, He's the most feared in the whole Troup. He kills without mercy, even if it's a man, Woman or even a child. He once made a girl of 5 years old swallow a bullet only for it to explode later as a bomb. He was brutal..like me.

Watching me. I blinked back a tear threatening to escape me. It’s no use. The tears started since he killed that poor old man. In his eyes, I knew he wanted to help. But of course, Dexter saw that just as quickly as the hope the hope that sparked through the old man’s eyes, and that he also killed all too quickly. A shaky breath leaves my trembling, chapped lips. Closing my eyes, I recall all the events that happened afterward.

Besides, he could easily just run and then I would have to explain why I shouted when there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. You're not the same person you were before, Eva. If this was Axel, I would cock a brow and ask him to get out of my way. So why couldn't I do that now? Well, there were many reasons. One, Axel wasn't psychotic. Two, he would never threaten or hurt me. Three, he wasn't deranged. Dexter was guilty of all three things I had mentioned and I knew that if he could get away with it, he would have physically hurt me.