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“You want to buy your wife a copy of Why It Is Prudent To Kill the Man That You Marry?” The killer’s eyebrows raised a fraction before he could control them. “Why, uh . . . yes. Yes, I do. That is precisely the book that I wish to purchase. For my wife.” “Kathleen” shrugged, and the killer sighed in relief. The woman burst into a long and tedious book report using words like “feminist ideals” and “male oppressive dogs” and by the time they were completely alone and it was time for her to die, the murderer was very, very ready to kill her.

I flicked the hammer on the gun and barged into the kitchen. Nothing could have prepared me for what I walked in on. I was staring down seven gun barrels aimed at my head. Dread welled up in my chest and my stomach twists into knots. There were eight men squished up in my small kitchen. But only one had my heart sinking to my foot. Enzo Corretti. The King of New York. Without a doubt that is the man standing in my kitchen with a glass of water to his lips and a blank look in his green eyes. His file said he was handsome but Jesus Christ!

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Tonight, though, he did not want to take the pill. He wanted to confront what has been keeping him awake. He inhaled sharply, then shut his eyes. Instantly, the familiar scenes of bodies in his home were seen. The wounds on Lucinda and her friend and the writing on his wall. The writing from RD himself, in a handwriting that was too neat. For a trained killer, though, he was not surprised. His mind made him explore the bloody place. To imagine the pain the victims must have felt when they were gutted by that demon.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

I heard him shout that’s why with all my might, I began running and running but then I saw him. Outrage, he stands there, holding the knife like he is going to kill me, right now. I am not afraid to die, but I do not need to die now. I began running again but then suddenly everything went black. “Good morning citizens, the infamous serial killer who drains the blood of his victim and harvest all of their organs of his 10 victims have been captured this morning says police report”

The upcoming full moon must have been affecting both of us more than we’d realise. Once we’d both settled again, we continued with our research and talked a lot in between. It felt nice getting to know Everett more and genuinely being his friend, even if a small inkling of me, way in the back of my mind, desired something different. Something more. Getting to know him more was a nice break from reading about all the families that left the pack after the hospital fire. My suspicion was correct: there was an article about each of the families, all of them brutally murdered in their homes, and all happening the night of a full moon.

After getting approval from his superiors and the family, the FBI brought in New York's top criminal psychologist. The room was cleared, leaving only me and Miller behind the one-way glass. Dr. Hoffman's voice was deep and magnetic, like an ancient incantation. Enzo's breathing evened out, his eyes unfocused. He answered the first few basic questions smoothly, his expression growing peaceful. Until Dr. Hoffman softly asked the crucial question. "Enzo, take a deep breath. Tell me, who tried to kill you that night?" "Was it... someone working for Victoria Corleone?"

*snort*“I’ve forgotten more about tea making than a young squirt like you has learnt about pleasing a woman” *Splutter* Liam nearly choked on his tea. “Wha…?” he managed to get out between coughs. “… You’re way too young to think you can hide female troubles from me young man” old man Ilia calmly sipped from his cup “So spill what you’re here to ask about” “… I came to ask about the Blood moon curse…” “Mmhmm… and I’m going to run the New York marathon tomorrow” He replied sarcastically “don’t waste the limited time I have left”

Marco's Pov In a desperate bid to save her beloved daughter, Leonara spilled everything. She laid bare the truth of her past: her journey with the Stingers, the choices that led her to this moment, and her ultimate plan to seize control of the house. "She was part of a group called the Stingers. They kill bad people for money. They hate the Mafia, but they’ll still work for them if the price is right. Reina wouldn’t have come here to take over unless she had some kind of plan—maybe revenge against someone. She doesn’t forgive betrayal easily. What do you think will happen to me if she finds out you know this much about her?"Leonara’s breaths came fast and shallow, her fear palpable as she st