Does John Die In Peaky Blinders Novels & Stories

John said in an icy tone, “What’s the matter now? That little son of a b*tch, not doing anything useful all day, and we just fished him out of prison. What has he done now? I really want to kill him! Only then will I be clean.” Noah pursed his lips and glared at John. “Spark is dead.” “What?” John’s furious face froze for a second. “What kind of joke are you playing?” “It’s not a joke. Spark fell from the eighth floor of a building and died. Tony called Olivia just now, and she almost collapsed.” Very quickly, with Mariah’s support, Olivia came stumbling in. “Hubby! Spark, my baby Spark…” Soon, a group of people arrived at the morgue and saw Spark’s body.

Bye’ I debated answering her but thought it wouldn’t be good to ignore her in case something was wrong. I moved out of the nose to a much quieter area before swiping on the green button. ‘’Hey mom,’’ I said after taking the call. ‘’Johnathan is dead.’’ At first, it seemed like it could have been a dream. It was dead of the night, and I’d had too much to drink while out with Ellie and a few of our friends at a bar close to campus.

“When Derek told me that he couldn’t get a hold of you, I thought something bad had happened.” My eyes darted away. Something bad had happened she just didn’t know it yet, and I wasn’t sure how to tell her about it. So I kissed her again instead. Daisy sighed. Too soon she pulled away and frowned down at me. “Something did happen, didn’t it?” she asked. “Are you mad at me because another alpha touched me? I asked Derek not to but David－” “I know what he did and I’m not mad at you,” I interrupted her. “Daisy, John is dead.”

John came to in the end after being rushed to the hospital. He lay on the bed, stiff like a corpse. The man could not believe his eyes. Sophia was actually involved in Molly’s death. She was the one who took her life. John clenched his teeth in rage. He could not wait to rush home and rip Sophia apart to emancipate the hatred in his heart!

I’m sure those biddies would clutch their pearls all the way home. We had one last performance here tonight before we packed up and moved on. It had been a couple of weeks since John’s death, and life had fallen back into place. The only way you would have known anything had happened was the sadness that lingered around Pepper’s eyes. She had broken down when she came to see me. I could never hold it against her; no one could. She did the best she could for herself and her boy; he was the only one who could be responsible for his decision.

The commotion does not end and I can hear the metal door being dragged from the wall. “Let’s go.” Drake says. I lift my head from his chest to witness the most grisly sight I have ever seen. John is crushed beyond redemption. His head has been cracked open and one eye has popped out and it hangs by a slimy cartilage. His ribcage has been compressed inwards and he looks like a flattened mass of flesh and bones. I can’t stare any more, it gives me nausea. Drake leads me up the stairs and we go straight to his office.

The lights went off as Caleb turned it off, and the screen turned on, revealing a video clip. It was a video clip of the minister's house, where he was sitting in a room, probably a study room. John comes into the room and looks at his father. “Dad, I want to be a minister! Give me your position!!” John speaks in the video. “No! A minister is chosen by the public to serve them, but you! You're not a fit for this position.” Minister said in the clip. “Dad!!” John took out a knife from his back and dug it into his father's chest, thrusting it multiple times into his dad's chest until he died.

John realized that the gun had a silver bullet in it while a lot of people gasped in shock and surprise, not to mention fear as well. “Zayden..please forgive…”, John stopped speaking when Zayden emptied all the bullets in John's heart right away without wasting a single second. Grace gasped witnessing a murder in front of her eyes while John’s wife collapsed on the ground when she saw her love of life and her world just crushed under the feet of the heartless monster named, Zayden Staunton. .

Ryder hadn’t killed John, because he’s already dead. I had watched my ex-husbband tear his throat out in the basement of some Italian’s man warehouse, watched the light leave his eyes while my hand shook with adrenaline and guilt. Kegan hadn’t even seemed bugged. He jsut spat out the flesh and blood in his mouth and carried me out of there. So, no, it couldn’t have been Ryder. But that meant someone else must have killed John. Perhaps John knew something about Jostephine and Luke and got killed for it.

I said and he nodded slowly raising his hands up in a shrug. “Shoot,” I muttered, I cleared my throat as I sat up straight in my chair and set the recording camera rolling. Jeremy's facial expression remained unreadable save for a slight tightening of jaw as he stared at me. “According to autopsy, it was shown that Mr John died of food poisoning, do you know anyone who would have wanted to have him dead?!” I asked, he stared at me for a while and slowly took his eyes off me. "John’s passing was a tragedy, but I don’t think he had feud with anyone for them to want him dead,”