Does Eric Die In Csi: Miami Novels & Stories

“The police... they’re saying Elizabeth is dead.” Eric freezes, his grip on my shoulders tightening. “No,” he mutters, shaking his head. “No, you’re lying.” “They think she killed herself,” I manage, the words heavy on my tongue. “They said all signs point to her parking her car and walking into the water.” Eric’s face twists with rage and disbelief. “You’re lying!” he shouts, shaking me violently now. “You’re fucking lying!” I don’t resist. I let him shake me, scream at me. I deserve it.

He asked once again in a more demanding voice and Eric shook his head, knowing that he wasn’t going to rest until he had his answer. “I don’t know. When I got there, they were already gone, and you were lying on the floor, bleeding from your head. We noticed a trace of blood, but it stopped in the parking lot, so we’re guessing they escaped.” Eric explained, and Damien banged his fist on the couch. “They had the opportunity to kill me. Why didn’t they? I was unconscious and…” He looked around, noticing that there were still strangers in the room, so, he leaned in and whispered to Eric.

I asked. "When they staged my death after finding out that Eric wasn't in the car, they kept me to hurt him. I guess it wasn't enough. They wanted you, Sienna… They talked about how they would rape you and torture you. Anything to hurt Eric, because with him gone, the Mafia would fall," he said. "We need to go home now!" I yelled unable to hide my excitement. I would deal with the issue later with Eric. He furrowed his brows at me but smiled before we left the building.

Clara asked no one particular. But how could I let him just die? That'll be completely foolish on my part and not to forget a total waste of second chances. Because, if Eric truly dies, I'll be left off the pay his debt. So, I had explained a thing or two, without giving out tmso much details to the crematorium attendant. He had pulled Eric out from the other end, so the furnace was empty when Nessa accidentally turned the switch off. I had wanted them to panic and expose more of their plans because I was recording on my phone, but they literally gave me little to no explanations.

In that video, I told the truth about my marriage, Vanessa and how Silas had locked me away and swallowed my family’s assets while pretending I was dead. By the end, Silas ordered his men to drag Eric away. Eric only whispered, “I finally made things right for you, Anna. Now you can rest.” Eric’s ending was undoubtedly painful. Even when Silas shot him in the chest, there was no fear in his eyes. He smiled like a madman, a man driven completely mad by loving me. He could have lived. But he chose to die for me, to let the world know my story. I cried so hard reliving those memories, rewatching how Eric died.

I'm so not going to spare her when I finally lay my hands on her. "Boss!" My underboss came in "What is it?" I asked as calmly as I could "You need to calm down boss, it's bad news" he said slowly "Bad news? What are you talking about? Spill it now before I slit your throat!" I screamed when he was wasting time "Eric is dead! He took his own life when he was being pressured to say the truth" he said making me stagger backwards Eric is dead? How is this even possible? I saw him few hours ago right? I might not have made Eric my underboss but he's still the one I love the most.

Aiden’s voice came from up the stairs and I turned to look at him, climbing down. “Aiden…” I said and walked hastily towards him while he came towards me and held my arms. “Are you okay?” He asked me restlessly. “I am fine… But he is not…” I started and gulped while he looked at me in confusion. “Aiden…” I started. “Eric… Right?” He completed and walked away from there towards the couch while I turned around and looked at him grabbing a glass of wine from Mason. “Yes, Eric… He is dying, Aiden…” I said and walked towards him.

Was this how little I meant to him? Rage surged through me like a wildfire, turning my eyes bloodshot. Caroline, the culprit behind my death, was sitting right here in my very home while my fiancé erased every piece of evidence that could incriminate her. And me? My corpse was now lying somewhere, cold and blue. The cruelest part was that Jerome didn't even believe I was dead. … After dinner, Jerome stood alone on the balcony with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. His other hand swiped restlessly across his phone screen.

He only picked up the call that time of the day because it was Harrison. Damian sat up in bed, rubbing his temples as he answered the late-night call. Maria stirred beside him, her eyes fluttering open at the sound of his voice. “Harrison?” Damian’s voice was hoarse but sharp with concern. “What’s going on?” The detective’s tone was grim, cutting straight to the point. “We found Eric, one of your accountants, dead this evening.” Damian’s heart sank, a cold weight settling in his chest. “Dead? How?”

He asks “I love you, so I love it." He shrugs and continues eating in silence. I watch him, devouring the meal. He then looks at me. “Do you have any clue where Mike is?” He asked. I pause. "No, but I would send my men to find him and deal with him. I would not let you become a killer, Eric." He smiles. “Thank you." My phone beeps. Colour drains from my skin. It's a message from Eric's mother. I open it since he is still focused on his food.