Novel & Cerita Episode Berapa Ace Di Eksekusi

He was home. The next morning, Ace didn't hesitate to start interrogating the men that had been unfortunate enough to be caught by his men. Ace was familiar with all the ways he could break a man, both mentally and physically. Today, he was in the mood to see someone burn and writhe in pain, so he set out his favorite knives and a deadly blunt cutter to slice off fingers in a way that would make it really hurt. "So, which one of you clowns should I talk to first?" They screeched so loudly that he didn't doubt that they would have killed themselves if it meant they would be free from his wrath.

Aubrey said it would be a three days case since there was more than enough evidence to put Ace at a disadvantage of ever having a sentence that won't require him dying in prison. Aubrey and I sat by each other and I could feel my heart racing. I knew we would win but the anxiety of being in court was just too bad it got me sweaty. "Calm down Elias. We have evidence, statements from the victim and accomplices, medical reports and audios. It's just unfortunate that the police couldn't get a confession out of that bastard." Aubrey said as she adjusted her tie while I inhaled and exhaled slowly. The door opened and I watched as that bastard Ace Benett whose real was Michelle Jordan was brought i

Scarlet’s POV “STOP IT!” I shouted, stepping between them again. “You will not kill him. You will not harm anyone else. You will lie down on that bed. And you will stay there. Your punishment is that no one speaks to you until you reflect on what you have done.” Ace’s chest rose and fell with fury, his entire body coiled like a loaded spring. But then, like a storm suddenly silenced, he lowered his head. “Yes, Doctor,” he murmured.

This is the last thing which should have happened at this time. "I killed my wife and child..." Xavier looked at Ace with Broken state. "No you didn't... It was an accident..." Ace tried to assure him. "I killed them and I don't have a right to live anymore... I want to meet them, I have to apologize..." He said taking out his gun. "I am going to meet my Sarah..." He placed the barrel of gun on his head and Ace looked at him horrified. "I don't deserve to live..." Ace held his hand at the same time and thankfully bullet hit the ceiling instead of his head.

Javier then smiled and whispered to Herschel, “There might be more of his men hiding around the area.” Upon seeing Herschel nod his head and gesture that he understood what his instructions were, Javier directly performed seppuku on the man in front of him. “Sorry, but this is the end of the line for you.” Now that their leader was dead, his subordinates tried to reach for their guns. Unfortunately, their movements were obviously not as fluid as Running Man and GTR’s. Thus, the moment they were about to reach for their guns, each and every one of them was shot in the head and sent to the afterlife.

“Wrong. Every time.” “Then what?” I leaned closer, my voice low, cold. “Because I want to kill criminals.” Ace threw his head back and laughed loudly, echoing off the metal walls. “You?” He jabbed his cigarette at me, eyes bright with mockery. “Now you’re playing some kind of—what?—executioner saint? That’s rich.” “You laugh now,” I said quietly, “But if you’ve ever killed someone before, then congratulations. You’ve already put yourself on my list. Which means one day, I’ll be coming for you.”

I say clearly and watch as her eyes scan the people in the room, widening as she realises the seriousness of the situation. Nick steps forward, forcing Ace to walk with him and they stand in the middle of the stage. “Ace, your crimes are as follows; Torture of pack members under your control, kidnap and torture of another mans mate, murdering your Luna, attempting to force your Alpha into granting you his Aura, and plotting to overthrow your Alpha to the detriment of your pack. You have been found guilty of these charges and sentenced to death. How do you choose to die?” I speak clearly, no doubts in my mind. He stands tall, sure of himself.

Settling on the couch in front of the screen, I opened my soda and waited while Mason chose a game for us. ** I V Y I don't know for how many hours I've been lying down on my bed and staring at the ceiling. The only thing I could think of was the mafia. Ace was part of the Italian mafia. Did Mason know? Was he part of it too? I had so many questions yet answers to none. I couldn't just go and ask them, 'hey guys, are y'all part of the Italian mafia?' I was not dumb. They would ask me questions, like, how do I know of the tattoo? Where did I see it? And I wasn't ready to let anyone know that part of my life yet.

Ace declared. --To be continued…

"We are partly responsible. That is honest and I am not going to pretend otherwise. The environment we operate in has shaped the responses and the capabilities that have emerged in you." The room was very quiet as the words settled. Ivan's phone buzzed on the table. He looked at it, his face changed immediately. "What," Ace said. Ivan turned the phone toward both of us. It was a news alert on the surface-level feeds. A public execution had been filmed and distributed across multiple platforms in the last eight minutes. The location was a street in the east district. The victim was Daniel Reyes. Calloway. Ace's father. Ace looked at the phone. He did not make a sound, his face went through so