Novel & Cerita Mha Mirko Death

The tension between them crackled like electricity. "So where is the great Pakhan?" Massimo asked with raised eyebrow watching Mikal. "Buried" Mikal coldly stated. "Sorry, did you just say, burried"" Massimo asked in disbelieve. "Yes he betrayed the Bratva so i killed him" Massimo's eyes widened slightly at that, realising that this would change things for the future.

He shook his head, "I've been in the business longer than him, i have more connections. As i said we go by a code, we cant work against each other, we can't kill one of us, so Nikolas can't kill me, or well, he can't kill you since you are taking over, because if he did, he'll break our code, they will simply just kill him." "How's that any different?" I asked. "But if i killed him, i have those who can cover it up for me. I told you i have connections. I can kill him but he can't kill me, and that gives me power over him." He added his sentence with a signature smirk. So technically, i can kill Nikolas, but he can't kill me. Best news I've heard all day. ~~~~~ One day later..

I screamed, dropping to my knees beside him. He looked at me, his eyes wide and pleading, but he couldn't speak through the blood filling his lungs. I didn't think. I reached out, my fingers wrapping around the dagger. I carefully pulled the blade out and blood sprayed across my white bodysuit. "MURDERER!" The scream came from behind me. I spun around, my hands dripping with Alpha Marcus’s blood. Mira stood in the doorway. "You killed him!" She shrieked, her voice loud enough for the guards to hear. "The human killed the Alpha!"

They didn’t fill her much about this woman, but she knew that Mira was the mate of the Alpha, General Solomon’s doppelgänger. “This is his mate?” she asked again. Amanda nodded before she continued, “So he is not General Solomon?” “I’m afraid no. He’s Cohen Kingsley, the Alpha of this pack. Mira died nine months ago during a battle against a vampire prince, her brother. He did many terrible things to her in the past, and she was out for revenge.” Amanda sighed, running her hand in her blonde hair. “Sadly, she died in his hands.” “I’m sorry for your loss,” Adeline mumbled sadly.

Hammed went closer and Mrs Donalds held Catherine. "What happened to Mirabella?" Hammed asked, Lekky was already getting impatient. "Mira." She touched her best friend's body, it was cold. "What happened to her, why isn't she moving?" Lekky asked. "Mira is dead." Michal said, Hammed held her up and hugged her. "Hammed, I won't see her again, we won't see her anymore." She cried. "I'm sorry." Hammed whispered, he was trying to be strong for her but deep down he wanted to scream out.

"She sends her regards, by the way. Says she's looking forward to reuniting with her dear brother very soon." The blood freezes in Lucas's veins. "Mira is dead," he whispers, the certainty of fifteen years suddenly unstable beneath his feet. "She died in that shootout. I identified her body." "Did you? Or did you identify what she wanted you to find?" Daphne's smile widens as blue and red lights begin to flash against the glass facade of the building. "She's been waiting even longer than I have, Lucas. Planning even more meticulously."

“This is just the beginning! You can’t guess what I had planned out for tomorrow “. She giggled. I called the driver and sent him our location as we stood under a shade. He picked us up and drove us towards the hotel. “I will stop here! Take her back safely “, I got out of the SUV. Kaira looked at me confused. I winked at her and the car zoomed off. I arrived at the hotel an hour later and saw Kaira in the sitting room. She had fallen asleep on the couch. I quietly walked to my room and turned on the shower. As the water poured on my head, I let out a soft sigh. This was the third agent I had paid to get information about Mira. He came back with nothing. “The last time she was seen was in a

-———————————————————— A week after Rico’s death, the police report was released, the headline flashing across newspapers and television screens: **"Detective Rico Morales Found Dead in Apparent Suicide." At the precinct, detectives gathered in somber silence, discussing the details of the report. The forensic team had found a glass laced with poison, Rico’s fingerprints smudged across it, alongside a handwritten suicide note. The note was short but sorrowful, expressing his regret over his failures in solving recent high-profile cases, including those of his friends Jack and Carlos.

Heat rolled toward me, searing my face, and I could not breathe. That fire was taking her. That fire was erasing her. A soft murmur stirred behind me, then footsteps measured, deliberate. I did not turn. I didn’t want to see anyone, didn’t want to hear their pity. But then a voice, smooth and silken, cut through the chanting. “My deepest condolences, Serena.” The hairs on the back of my neck rose. Mirah. How did she get here? How did she know where we were going to lay Ma to rest??