Gregorovitch Death Novels & Stories

"Still the same, alpha. He says he has no appetite." Gregor dropped what he was doing and let out a sigh. After the extermination, Hector came to him to report what happened. He was amazed and shocked to learn about the arrival of the luminary and its striking resemblance to Shamia. He was also surprised to learn from his son that Shamia was dead. He understood Andrick's grief, but it doesn't mean he should neglect himself and his duties as an alpha. After the servant left, Gregor called his hired investigator to have Amarra investigated. After the conversation, a cunning glint appeared in his eyes, the corner of his lip curled up.

“It’s been a while. How have you been?” “Can’t complain, Don Gregorio,” I addressed him in a steady tone. “What about you?” “Not bad, but I’ve been concerned lately,” he confessed. “You see, one of my men was killed, violently killed. And much to my surprise, it happened not far from your place.” “I heard that,” I said calmly. “That blast woke me up, Don Gregorio. I went down to check it out, but I had to stay away because of the cops. I only found out it was Sandro Borromeo the next morning.”

"Yes. Multiple witnesses confirm Gregory attended Ashford family gatherings. Had access to the house. To you." My stomach turned. "He helped Victor kidnap me." "I can't prove that. But the timeline fits. Gregory was dating your mother. Had access to you. Was Covenant. Two months after he started dating her, you disappeared." "What happened to him?" "Died in 2016. Heart attack. Age fifty-eight. Death certificate lists natural causes." "Do you believe that?" "Honestly? No. Too convenient. Covenant members who become liabilities tend to die of natural causes. My guess? Someone silenced him."

Even when she was happy being with Brayden before she always had the dreaded Death Contract reminding her what it was all about. Now the Death Contract meant something different. It meant they were in this fully and willingly together until the end. Meredith inhaled and sat down in her office chair with an exhale. She glanced at the new portfolios that Indigo had given her and then back at Indigo. “Thank you so much for covering for me while I was gone. I really was worried about him. I was so paranoid over what could have happened or what he could or couldn’t do. I didn’t want him to go back to the hospital.” Meredith told her assistant. “Sorry you had to deal with Christian while I was gon

he just nodded and turned around I already knew what I wanted him to check and deep down I knew it would be true but I wanted to confirm it, I wanted to confirm if he was the one that killed Greg. And right there on the screen I saw it all, he was wearing black, with a hood on, but I could still see his face, and the way he moved. He was talking to Greg but the audio had been tampered with, we couldn't hear what they were talking about, and the next thing we saw was Salvatore pulling out a knife and slicing through Greg's neck, watching as he died.

or at least until the images of the murder reached me. Gregório was smart, he wore my soldiers' clothes and covered his entire head, he killed Lucca with several blows from a baseball bat and saw him take his last breath after hours of brutal torture. He was smart for letting him off the hook, but a fool and a bastard for blatantly dumping the whole fucking problem on my organization. I want to kill him, discount what he's doing, but I try to hold back. — So you saw... — Gregório spoke quietly. — What pisses me off is that you weren't even here, but you came to screw up what's mine.

I let the shock wear off just enough for his brain to register the horror of what just happened. "Who hired you?" I ask again. Same tone. Same volume. Gregor looks up at me. His eyes are wide, the pupils blown. The arrogance is gone, replaced by the terrified realization that he is not in a negotiation. He is in a slaughterhouse. "Bratva," he gasps. "It was Vostok Holdings." "Vostok is a shell," I say. "They provided the logistics. They provided the ship. I know that. I killed the crew of the Red Star an hour ago. They are currently sinking to the bottom of the Atlantic in barrels."

If they had their way, they will call for his impeachment even before he tenders his resignation. One way or the other, we were so stuck in this mess with no hope of redemption. **************** Joel "That went better than I thought", Gregor said, sipping his wine. I hummed, my mind thinking of the next line of action. Gregor was just a pawn in my game, I could easily dispose of him if I so wish but I couldn't do that, I wasn't done with him yet. Without realizing it, he was deep in this mess. He just didn't know it yet.

Gregor yelled walking to his office window “ Okay, I don’t want to go deaf now” “In an hour or two, you will see me,” Dave said “I miss your sexy face though and….” Dave was interrupted “Get out of my phone you man whore” Gregor yelled and ended the call “How did I get to know him, he is something else” Gregor muttered

“Well, come on, what is so important? You may speak in front of her.” I look to Daniel for an explanation. “Dennis Gregorio was found dead at his home this morning,” he informs me, flicking his eyes between us and waiting for a reaction. “I know, I was the one who killed him,” I confess, hearing the spoon, Amara was eating her grapefruit with, clatter against her plate. “You…You did what?” She stares back at me horrified. “I made you a promise and I saw it through.” I shrug simply.