Grand Theft Auto 5 Bury The Hatchet Novels & Stories

"Head toward the industrial park on 4th street. Dex said there’s an abandoned towing yard we can ditch the SUV in, but you need to keep your headlights off and stay off the main roads." The drive was an agonizing, suffocating crawl through the dark, rain-slicked streets of the city. Every pair of headlights that swept across our tinted windows made my heart slam against my ribs, and every distant siren made Allie flinch so hard the SUV swerved in the lane. We were fugitives now. We had assaulted syndicate cleaners, stolen a car, and possessed a decrypted ledger that proved the local hockey coach was running a betting ring for a murderous bagman who happened to be my boyfriend's estranged fat

Caleb said to Susan over the phone. “You don’t have to worry! My cousin and I have a plan. However, we have to calculate each step carefully and we launch out after he has gotten you the deal with Darnold enterprise” Susan said. “I understand but I want him to pay for his crimes ASAP.” Caleb said with a frown as though she could see his face. “But is there something hidden about Hilton?” She asked him. “Something like what?” Caleb questioned with an unreadable tone. “Maybe a hidden identity because my cousin feels Hilton acts in an odd manner.” Susan said casually.

His tone made it clear there was no room for argument when he ordered, "Bring her here." There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then, the reply came. "Mr. Flint, Willow was in a car accident five days ago. She died at the scene. Her body is in the morgue, basement level one, of the hospital you're in right now."

" I then played an audio recording. Hannah's voice came out. "Once I give birth to our child safely, I'll make him transfer all his assets under our child's name. Then we'll find a chance to take him mountain climbing overseas. Once he dies, the huge insurance payout plus all his money will be enough for us to spend for the rest of our lives." Adrian chuckled. "You're really something. You're squeezing every last drop of value out of him." The recording ended. I looked at Richard and Marjorie. "You knew about all of this and discussed it together. You're accomplices too."

came running back, slightly out of breath. Completely unaware of the situation, he reported loudly, almost proudly, "Mr. Smith! It's done! Just like you ordered, I dumped the old lady into the septic tank behind the hill. Fast and efficient!" Hearing that, the last thread of sanity in Nash's mind snapped. "What… what have I done…" He grabbed his head with both hands, collapsing like a wounded animal, crying out in despair. Watching him like that, I felt nothing. No sympathy. No pity.

This added pressure to leave this town and get on with my plans. I found Joe at his usual spot and requested to borrow his car. He had a beat-up chevvy that he loaned me. I wrapped up Gail's deceased body in the red polyester sheet and tossed it in the trunk. Then I drove into a forest area, at the base of the dark mountain, dug her grave, and buried her. As I drove to the motel to give Joe his car and see if I could hitch a ride to the next town, my phone rang and the number belonged to the person that I was anxiously awaiting.

June whispered. "Put your weapon down!" the police repeated. "If you shoot, we shoot." "Is that supposed to scare me?" he gave a bitter laugh. "Courtney, I waited a long time for this moment. I'm not losing the opportunity to kill you." "PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPON." Bullets were fired. One from Conor, numerous from the police. "Call an ambulance!"

The stolen van, reeking of old produce and fear, became their final sanctuary before the storm. They’d parked it in the dank, echoing the bowels of a multi-story car park near the Freeport, a concrete crypt that swallowed sound. The hacker’s drives were secure in Anton’s inner pocket, their weight a constant, humming reminder of the precipice they stood upon. The plan was set, a watch was synchronized, weapons—a second knife Sabe had “found,” a length of heavy pipe—were checked and re-checked. There was nothing left to do but wait for the witching hour.

"Five years ago, when your mother found out about my identity, she forced my mom to her death to clear all of the obstacles in your way, and even got Dad to remove my name from the family register. However, it didn't stop there. You took my wedding from me. I was supposed to be the one to marry Sheila!” "You've been married to Sheila for five years, and she tortured you for five years, but you took it all in your stride and refused to get a divorce. The only thing left to do was get Mona to seduce you. I can't believe you were stupid enough to fall for her. Haven't you been dreaming about marrying Mona overseas? You took my marriage from me, so I'm taking yours!” "I waited until the day your

But the one thing you never should have done was gamble with your mother's life. "I've already sent all this evidence to your bank's disciplinary committee. "And the footage from the bank earlier? I sent that to the media too. "Mr. Young, your good days are over." Karl trembled violently before collapsing onto the floor like a pile of mud, slumped beside his mother's corpse. He knew it was over. Not just his marriage, but his career, the future he valued more than anything. Even his freedom. Because that so-called 'high-risk transaction freeze' had never been an automatic system interception.