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He did not want to miss that chance. Reid's face turned purple as he opened his mouth. Just as he was about to say something, the oxygen tube was suddenly pulled out. Sergio's voice then boomed from above Trevor's head. "Uncle Trevor, what good words does an outlaw like him have to say? He doesn't know what he's capable of even when he's on the brink of death. He even threatened us and almost caused bloodshed. What a vile person." As soon as Trevor put his ears by Reid's mouth, he heard a series of gasps, and after a while, no sound was heard anymore. When he looked up, Reid was already dead.

His golden brown eyes shot up, and I could see him clench his fist—ready to throw a punch at me. Reid took a step forward, closing the gap between us. "I dare you to say that again." He gritted. Whatever emotions that was on his face, I didn't care. For my hundred years of living, I haven't given a fuck to know what their crazy emotions were about, but I did know I was hitting a nerve. "You fucking murderer," I called scornfully. "How dare you mother—" "Reid!" Someone shouted from behind, which made him stop—his fist hung in the air. As if recognizing the voice, Reid withdrew his hand while I remained standing staring, expecting his punch on my face as that would definitely mean him returnin

Reid’s top lip curled and a snarl escaped his lips just before a sadistic smirk appeared, he really was a monster. “Reid!” Riley yelled, shock evident in her voice but Reid was trying to teach Maya a lesson and didn’t bother looking up at his sister. Jordan was working on breaking Reid’s grip on Maya’s throat by punching him in his side, which proved to be successful. As soon as the air crawled back into Maya’s starved lungs she cried in terror at how easily Reid had hurt her. No lingering remorse or regret masking his features and just like that a switch had flipped inside him. His eyes still black and crazed like a vicious wild animal. Breathing heavily at the sight before him, a dangerou

I shake my head and shoot him on the head. " Dick." I chuckle and shove my guns inside my Jacket and walk out of the casino. I took the stairs to the top of the building where Manny and Nick is waiting. " Romeo is dead. Reid shot him." Nick says. " Boss , you should come look at this." Manny who's leaning on the edge of the building with a sniper rifle in his hand, says. He motions to me as I take the sniper rifle. I look into the telescope and the sight made me gasp.

Six months after our wedding, I got a phone call that I had been expecting but dreading. "Ms. Valmont?" the voice on the phone said. "This is Dr. Sarah Mitchell from the state correctional facility. I'm calling to inform you that Vincent Reeves passed away this morning." I sat down heavily in my office chair. "How?" "The cancer that he had been battling finally took his life. He died peacefully in the prison medical facility." I felt a strange mixture of relief and sadness. Relief that Vincent could never hurt anyone again, but sadness for the man he might have been if Lydia hadn't twisted his mind and turned him into a weapon.

“Killing people during a live broadcast is a big problem. Kingsley Reid will receive the death penalty, and Stella Winslow will also spend the rest of her life in jail.” Thomas’ expression froze, and he asked, “Have you purposely come over to laugh at me?” Fiora paused for a while and stared at Thomas seriously. She stopped smiling and answered in a weak voice, “No, I’ve come to help you get out of the abyss!”

"The killer is worse than an animal!" "But this bitch would rather rot in a trash heap than identify the killer! She deserves to be torn apart!" "I bet it was Wyatt who did it. Wendy must've been involved with him, and that was why she refused to speak up!" "But didn't Wyatt end up dead too?" "Who knows? Maybe killed himself out of guilt." "Then who is the one killing people now?" Roland closed his eyes tightly, his hands stained crimson with blood. Afraid to see the knife-wielding figure in the footage, he dared not open them.

*** Trigger Warning! *** Reid's POV After passing two more guards doing the same thing, we finally made it to the end. The last cell on the right. As I approach the cell, my heart hammers in my chest, and my palms feel cold and sweaty. My wolf pushes forward, trying to look into the cell with me. I look into the cell and see he's still laying in the same exact spot. He hasn't moved an inch in the last several hours. My chest tightens, and my stomach drops. Oh Goddess, is he even still alive?

Instead, I sat in that cell and wished that I could die, too. If I’m being honest, this has started to slice open some old wounds for me. My throat gets tight as the faces of my own parents flash in my mind, but then Reid’s hand comes around mine and a sense of calm and comfort washes over me. He just has a way of making everything better. We say our goodbyes and Reid, Cy, and I head out, piling in the car to head back to Stillwater. “So how is he?” Reid asks as he pulls away from the packhouse.

I was walking to and fro inside Reid's room, trying to relate one event to another. First, Reid became devastated when Andrea broke his heart, the reason why he was out of his mind according to Walter. Then a day after that breakup, Reid met a car accident and the main cause was losing his car's brake. The reason why it was lost, remains obscure. Then, a secret conversation between Dr. Smith and Uncle Sam in the hospital where Reid was admitted before he was moved to Canada. Then, that thiopental sodium that was administered into Reid's body, causing his unconsciousness to prolong. And the two incidents happened when I was driving on the road. I think these are already enough for me to hire