Levi Ackerman Dies Novels & Stories

Shit. I scrubbed a hand through my hair, and it wasn’t because of anxiety. If I hadn’t busied my hands, I might as well have shot something, and Tikhon was too useful at the moment to be wasted. Lev was one of my foot soldiers until I discovered his brain was bigger than pea-size and could be useful for more important things. I promoted him to the corporate ranks,granted him permission to click deals and supervise a fraction of the clientele. Now, Lev’s dead, and it smelled like someone was sending a message. His death and the loss of Jabril Enterprises were no coincidence. With short, calculated steps, I walked toward one of the sofas, gripping the hard edge for support. My hands already be

11 The flight home was met at Gatwick at three in the afternoon by Blanche, who, after dropping Amber off to re-join her children, whisked me off to another crime scene. "What's happened?" I asked as we headed towards Ascot. "Igor Akinfeev died this morning," she replies, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. "Don't tell me, suicide," I say, without feeling. "Police have been quick to announce that there is nothing suspicious about the death," she says.

Levi quickly swiveled to face him, careful to protect the unconscious beauty sprawled out in the backseat of the truck. Dr. Ackerman approached slowly, his palms exposed at his hips. “Levi, I need to check her. She's bleeding pretty bad.” For the first time, Levi smelled the metallic scent of blood on his mate. He mentally scolded himself for losing control—something he never did.

“What did you and Levi talk about?” Clary sensed that he might be jealous. Why did he need to know what she and Levi discussed? “He told me about his wife; that she died of cancer two years ago. He told me that he was the only leader for his pack and was not really searching for a wife right now.” Ace released a small sigh. “Alright, good.”

Oswald's subordinate continued with the grim news. "The doctor said he'll likely spend the rest of his life bedridden!" Oswald said nothing, slowly closing his eyes as the weight of the situation sank in. "So you're telling me that my two sons, the Ackermann family's carefully groomed powerhouses, are now completely ruined? "And the one who's destroyed is the heir who was supposed to inherit the Ackermann family legacy! The one who should have died didn't; the one who shouldn't have died got hurt instead!"

Ace Clark double clicked on a photo to zoom it closely. Sadness clouded Ivy’s features. “Yes..Leroy Wilson died three years ago. But before his death he made sure he introduced me to every movie writer and stars in the industry he knew so that whenever they want to get their story filmed I will be the best person to for the job. Leroy would always say that it is the best he could for me and all the more reason why I named my son after him. He was my inspiration.” Their hands brushed each other when they both made an attempt to click on the keyboard. She looked up at Ace. “Sorry..” she withdrew immediately as if his touch had burned her.

He was in sweats, barefoot, hair tousled like he’d just woken from a nap. “What the hell are you—” “She’s dead,” I cut in, my voice low and sharp. His entire expression froze. “What?” “Zara,” I hissed. “She’s dead, Levi. She got into a bike accident. They tried everything, but she died this morning. Her body was barely recognizable. And she died because of us.” Levi didn’t say a word. “She died thinking she was being toyed with by you. Again.” “Liam…” He tried to speak, but I held up a hand.

The bastard had his hands tucked into his pocket with a long smile attached to his face. "Long time, Sebastian." Leo spoke, standing just a few inches away from him. A few hours ago, he had orders some of his men to beat up Sebastian again. "So tell me, are you ready to utter exactly what I want?" "I told you for the 100th time, and I'll keep telling you, Levi's dead. He died a few months back, and that's all. There's absolutely nothing more you wanna hear from me again, Leo."

I wanted to scream at him, to tell him this wasn’t the time for his infuriating charm, but my focus was on keeping him alive. I fumbled for my phone, the screen cracked but still functional. My hands were shaking so badly it took three tries to dial. “Max,” I barked as soon as the line connected. “We need medics at the east grounds. Now.” “What the hell happened?” Max’s voice was sharp, alarmed. “Explosion,” I said tersely. “Levi’s down. Just get here.” I hung up before he could respond, my attention snapping back to Levi. His eyes were closing again, his head lolling to the side.

"Okay. I'm not sure what you're telling me." "Johnson had sent off some tests to be done and had been working to figure out Mr. Kawasaki and Ms. Ackerman's deaths. Her personal belongings were recovered, and she was found to be emotionally unstable and obsessed with Mr. Kawasaki. The psychologist I spoke with confirms your story that it is highly possible she would have jumped or would have committed suicide in less than forty-eight hours of Kawasaki's death.