How To Get Away With Murder Frank Novels & Stories

The anxiety was clear on everybody's face, aside from Frank who has been awfully neutral about this entire case. "So tell me Mr Alaric, what evidence do you have to back up your claims of innocence? Do you have an alibi that can confirm your location at the time of Clara's kidnap and murder?" I didn't have anyone who I could say was my alibi, whoever that was framing me had done the job almost perfectly, I had no arguments to throw out as a claim of my innocence except saying it.

“You disgusting pig. Stop pretending to be the victim. I know it was you who conspired with my father to murder yours-” Frank’s smirk deepened. “Oh, you mean I told your father how to get close to mine without the notice of his guards? Hahaha. Right. It was me. But that old bastard deserved to die anyway. He forced Claudia to marry that scum. If it weren’t for him, we could’ve been happy together.” Addison recoiled in revulsion. “You’re sick,” she snarled. “Your own sister? Vile.” Frank’s grip tightened, cutting off her air as he stared down her face coldly. “You’d never understand how much Claudia and I loved each other. No one could.”

One look at that location and everything shifted. Either I would prove him wrong. Or prove myself a fool. I picked it up, staring at the pinned location. Bethesda Terrace. Central park. “Go back to New York,” Frankie said. “See for yourself.” My jaw tightened. If she was innocent… I would burn Frankie’s empire to the ground. If she wasn’t- I didn’t know what I would do. Frankie watched me carefully. “When you see it,” he said, “you call me so we wipe that fucker off the face of the earth.”

“I still want to check. I’ll go down, see that everything is in order, and go up again.” Roy and Miller stared at him without saying a word. When they didn’t reply, Frank went to the apartment door, opened it, and went out. The apartment was on the second floor; he quickly descended the stairs and reached the ground floor in a few seconds. On the street, he spotted a white van parked on the other side and headed for it. He peeked through one of the windows in the back door and saw the bomb that had just been armed, covered by an olive green tarp. Determined to disable it, he thought about forcing the back door, but then realized that if he sabotaged it, the two of them would find someone els

he asked them cheerfully. Drexel stormed into the lift, he didn't let the lift stop on any floor, straight to the last floor it went. he ran to his car and pull the door. "Shit! My keysssss! he screamed angrily. he used the small pin on his wristwatch to open the door of the car and went in he used a manual way to kickstart the car. this was one common knowledge of assassins. he zoomed off from that premises to his villa.

“Just ride it out.” I leaned back, eyes on the ceiling. “Yeah... maybe you're right.” “I know a place,” Frank said, already grabbing his keys. I looked up from the couch, one brow raised. “A place for what?” “To breathe. You need air and shots, maybe a dance or ten.” I squinted, “you trying to make me end up on TMZ with Alan’s entire family watching?” He smirked. “Girl, if they find you there, that’s their problem.”

She really thought she could manipulate him into an act like that just because she stole his heart? "No. We need your fingerprint." "And you're brainless if you think I'll just help you get into the house of my boss." "We can assure you that you won't get caught. We know how the police in Domsville work." "Goddamnit, it's not about getting caught, Raven," he snapped at her. "You're asking me to be a fucking accomplice in murder. You're asking me to live my life with blood on my hands. I'm not going to do that for a girl I thought I loved."

The accompanying servants swiftly put away all the items. Titus stood by the car, occasionally tiptoeing to peer at the distant intersection. He took out his phone and checked it repeatedly. Regret somehow rose in his heart. He wondered if he had gone too far when he asked me not to return to the rental house, and whether I suffered any injustice by spending the whole night outside the slum. As soon as this thought occurred, Melissa walked over, holding Christian's hand. She said with a grin, "Titus, everything is ready. The butler and the rest are waiting. It's time for us to get in the car."

At a family banquet, I slept with Grayson Moretti, the Don of the most powerful mafia family on the East Coast. The next morning, he put out a citywide bounty hunting the woman who'd disappeared from his bed. I forced myself to look calm and clapped him on the shoulder. "What if she's carrying your kid?" I watched his closed eyes. Grayson lifted his lids. His irises were the deepest ice blue, the fireplace flames dancing in them. "Bastard or not, she's done." He tipped the pills into his mouth and washed them down with whiskey. "I want this woman erased from New York."

"I have heard about a new fetish among old scumbags. The like it when the girl is pregnant and have a big belly. She clearly suits the list." "No! You can't do this!" Maya cried. "You can't win Elena back by doing this, Ethan. She hates you!" "So what if I sent our pictures to her. They were not forged. She knew it. She knew you were disloyal. It's not my fault. You pushed her to the edge, not I!" Maya yelled as Marcus dragged her away. *** The transition was brutal. Marcus and the security team didn't take her to a police station or a courtroom. They drove her deep into the industrial outskirts of New Jersey, where the smell of salt and rot hung heavy in the air.