How To Get Away With A Murderer Frank Novels & Stories

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

Snickering, Frank looked at the questioner. "She doesn't have to know about that, right?" He chuckled and walked away. His mind was still on the situation. It was true that the doctor was leaving for France. Frank was sending him there to take care of a traitor to his mafia family. Doctors are legally trained killers. They have the power to save or take a life away. And Frank knew exactly who to turn to when a natural death was to be forged.

She yanked it down and smashed it to pieces. A photograph could be destroyed, but everything she had done for Wendy and everything she had taken from me could never be undone. … Mom called Officer Zane, then rushed out in a panic. She was afraid that if the police did not arrive in time, the killer would really get away. She followed Wendy at a distance and saw her enter a dim rental apartment. A man’s rough voice came from inside. “Where’s the money? Hand it over, and I guarantee this case won’t come back to haunt you.”

“B–b–but—!” “You stole from them, remember?” I moved closer. “All those women, yachts, cars—they were their dividends, and you used them all without a single shred of conscience.” “But I already apologised!” “And they already said their prayers.” My elbow swung back, the hammer raised high. “W–wait! I’ll do anything! Just don’t kill me!” He backed away but the chains yanked him forward to me. I tipped his bloody chin with the hammer. “Alright. I won’t kill you, Frank.”

At the start of graduation season, my boyfriend took more than two hundred photos of Madison Vale. Chase Whitman was president of Westbridge University’s photography club. He knew how to find flattering light and how to coax people out of stiff smiles. Madison stood beneath the maples outside the library in a white dress, her graduation cap tucked under one arm. “Am I taking up too much of your time?” she asked. Chase checked the last few shots and smiled. “You make my job easy.” When it was finally my turn, he barely looked at me. “Stand by the tree.” He clicked the shutter twice and lowered the camera. “Done.” I stared at him. “That’s it?” He turned the screen toward me. In one photo my ey

I warned as I strolled to the kitchen. Counting under my breath, I stood still for a few long seconds, waiting for Michael to walk through the door to 'assist' me. Three. Two. One. He hadn't come. Perfect. I grabbed the pill bottle from my pocket and popped out one. Was one ok? Would it knock him out? Then three? No, two seemed too much. I wanted him to sleep not to die— even though that would be a lot more convenient, I didn't have what it took to be a murderer, and I never wanted to. The killing stuff could be done by actual members of the mafia.

A bone-deep chill ripped through me as a thought I couldn't control slipped out of my mouth. "You're saying… Mike killed the other four guys in the van to get revenge, and then… he killed himself?" Alex gave a slow nod. "That's one way to read it."

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

Yes, it was a gamble, but it was our only chance. “Where are you taking us?” We were driving out of the town, but further away from Wolf’s Creek. Frank turned around in his seat to smirk at me. “Somewhere no one would hear your screams,” he said, and I felt Agnes stiffen next to me. I stroked her arm to reassure her. He wouldn’t kill us. At least, I didn’t think so. But he was also unpredictable. There was a fifty-fifty chance if he got his blood money back, he might decide to kill us. But I knew he would never let us go, because that was how Frank was. He would rather destroy his possessions than let someone else have them.

Melanie looked puzzled because Frank let go of her hand and turned around to walk back. He picked up a pack of cigarettes from the coffee table, removed a cigarette from the box, stood by the window, and looked outside. Melanie was confused. Frank called her over and showed her such a shocking scene, but he did not force her to join in. So what did he want to do? She took two steps forward and looked at his silhouette. She seemed to be mindful of images of his depravity just now, which made her shudder.