Novel & Cerita End Game David Baldacci

The kind of silence that comes before the blood starts spilling. I turned to Raven. Wait...can I really trust him? I had come here blindly with him. But I'll always be alert, that's one thing for sure. And if Luciano was here, I’d put a bullet between his eyes so fast he wouldn’t have time to blink. This was the beginning of the end—for Luciano, for the spy, and for anyone else who thought they could fuck with Cassius DiMarco and live to brag about it. Hell was about to break loose. And I was the storm bringing it. Luciano, here I come.

David looked directly at Alexander. “You were unavailable.” Alexander took one slow step forward. The kind that made both security men behind David stiffen instantly. “You forged paternity.” “No,” David said. “I protected continuity.” Victor smiled again. “Men with old money always rename crimes elegantly.” Daniel remained near Vanessa, but even Vanessa now watched David like she had found another hidden chamber in a collapsing house. Alec crossed his arms. “How involved are you, exactly?” David answered without hesitation. “Long enough to know Edward was never the only threat.”

“But if we keep it, we keep the war alive. We leave the door open for another Adrian, another Carver, or another ghost looking for vengeance.” “This book,” David says lifting the ledger up in both hands, “represents an entire world most of you never should have had to know existed. It ends here.” With that, he walks to the iron brazier, where a small fire is already burning, and lowers the book directly into the center of the flames. The thick leather resists the heat for a few seconds, the edges curling inward as dark smoke rises toward the open sky. Then the dry paper catches. Decades of blackmail, illegal shipping routes, hidden bank accounts, and corporate secrets turn into bright orange

I hope by this you will punish the culprit. After reading the whole letter and knowing that Lisa is the one who is the one behind everything... David gritted his teeth and crushed the paper in ball ... and look towards his men.. " is this the whole truth..." David ask him in the domineering and cold tone.. That man only nodded and David signalled him to leave.. after he left David took the chair and say beside the hospital bed.... He took Elanie hands in his hands and caressed her fingers...

Nicolas said calmly with the same cold and intimidating voice. "If someone is going to die in this room is you, your girlfriend, and then your fucking slaves," David growled. From the corner of my eyes, I saw Alexander and Victor slowly come out from the kitchen with guns that had silencers. I understood what was going to happen. Fardinn and David didn't notice that. I saw Nicolas merely shook his head at Alex and Victor. Stephen and Mariano kept talking to Fardinn and David and distracted them. Within a blink, David suddenly collapsed on the ground as Fardinn loosened his grip on me. A soft click was heard. Blood poured out of David's head and after a few moments of shaking, he was dead.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” “Oh, I think there is.” A pause. Then, smoothly, “We both know this game isn’t over.” I lean back, my grip tightening around the phone. “You’re right. It’s not.” “And you think you’re going to win?” A slow, deliberate smile curls my lips. “I don’t think, Damian. I know.” Then I hang up. And just like that, the war rages on. *** The headlines hit like a wrecking ball. “Aurora Sinclair: The Real Villain Behind the Sinclair Scandal?”

Condition unknown. My stomach dropped. Another text. Unknown number. “You happy now, Sarah? You killed him. D’s Lawyer” I stared at it. And then I laughed. Because I knew David. David doesn’t die quietly. He dies loud. And messy. And with an audience. This was another game. I looked at Ethan. Sleeping. Safe. Alive. Then I looked at the text. “You killed him.” Okay. If he wanted a war, he got one. I typed back:

He kept touching his neck, his mind replaying every second of the night before. It had been a wonderful night . The music, the drinks, and that man Adrian. Luca didn’t think much of anything else, He just wanted to go to his room, fall into his soft bed, and sleep while keeping those golden memories fresh in his mind. He slipped up the stairs, kicked off his shoes, and vanished into a deep, peaceful sleep, completely unaware that his family was downstairs fighting for their lives. For weeks, the Moretti family had been living a nightmare. Ever since they lost the massive government shipping contract, everything had been falling apart. They had done everything to secure it, even going after A

"We are going to make sure that doesn't happen to anyone else. Alexander is going to pay for what he did. To Daniel Cross. To David. To everyone." I left the cottage and walked back to the main house. The morning sun was climbing higher, pale gold light spilling across the gardens. David Miller was dead. The man who had tortured me for ten years was gone. And the man who had orchestrated it all was still out there, waiting. But Alexander had made a mistake. Killing David was an act of desperation. It proved he was afraid. It proved his network was crumbling. It proved the walls were closing in. The war was not over. But for the first time, I could see the end.

How much cruel can fate be? "No this isn't possible…please believe me Malia I didn't kill him. I held the gun but I didn't pull the trigger" Larson's voice brought me back to reality. It was finally over…before it started it already ended, this was definitely his last game and I failed to see it. The billionaire's last game, it was time for us to go our separate ways and walk on different paths. Forever this day will be in my memories and heart, the day in which the clouds were filled with darkness and that darkness crept it's way into my life.