Killing Kennedy Novels & Stories

The next day, in the study room of the Clarkson family. Charles Clarkson, who was dressed in a robe cloth clothes and shoes, put down the mantra in his hand and look up at his son standing before him. "I heard that Kenneth went to assassinate that punk Jate Woods and Rogers last night with his five hundred men. Any updates?" Freddie Clarkson panicked. "Dad, he..." Charles Clarkson grew impatient. "Why are you stuttering? Spit it out!" Freddy clarkson had no choice but to speak all the truth. "Kenneth and his men had been disappeared."

“This being Miles Kennedy, I presume?” His lip twitched into a bitter smile. “That’s the one. He works for your father so I guess you would know him too. How is he doing these days?” But now it was my turn to smile. “Dead,” I answered honestly. “…I killed him myself.” Sterling’s face immediately paled. “You’re lying… He’s not dead. He only told me a few weeks ago that he’d gotten his hands on the documents. We’re meeting in a few days.”

But one thing she regretted not doing correctly was killing Keira Del Carlo. "I am glad that I killed her." She laughed with wide, crazy eyes. She looked so happy that she had killed Keira. "But you also killed Alessandro. You are the reason why he died. You killed him." "No! I only wanted to marry him!" she screamed at the woman. "Yes, and it killed him." She looked frantic and started screaming and crying. Kennedy shook his head, and then the crazy psychiatrist entered and slouched. He sat down with popcorn and watched further.