Mike Ramirez Killer Novels & Stories

He has to face my wrath now. “Your doom is knocking at your door now, Mathew Ramirez. You killed many innocents including your own wife. Yes, I came here for you. I want to see you crumbling to my feet and beg for forgiveness. You took away everything from us but I won’t let you take Scarlett from me.”I warn him but as a reaction I hear his laughter resonating in the air.

Now I understand why he is both feared and respected by many people. “Eason, do you think this is some kind of joke?” Mr. Ramirez stands up looking straight at his son. His face holds a frightening trace of anger that makes me hold my breath involuntarily. “Is this how you solve all kinds of problems? To beat someone to near death right on the street in front of everyone’s eyes? Is this how a Ramirez react facing crisis?” “Of course not,” Eason replies coldly. “Because beating the shit out of him isn’t enough. I want to see him destroyed, academically, socially, and permanently.”

I said to him. “Hey, how you guys been?” He asked us. “Good and you?” Janelle asked him. “Not good. I came to warn you guys.” “What’s up, man?” Dante asked him. Something big must had jumped off because Ramirez looked panic. “Eric Moore is back out here.” He announced.

Mario said in frustration which surprised Emiliano and Angelo "Ramon is dead?" It was Emiliano who asked and Mario nodded. Ramon was some powerful drug dealer based in Italy. Apparently Ramon was an old man with an ambition to rise to the top and gain billions and to achieve that he had some extra help to make dirty fast cash and that was being an underground drug dealer and Armando's number one enemy but if he died then his beloved son was to take up the business and of what he heard Ramon's son was twice as shrewd as his father

Killian confessed, his voice heavy with guilt and remorse. The Elderly struggled to conceal his astonishment, for he had always believed that the King detested violence and abhorred the infliction of harm upon others. It had never crossed his mind that the young monarch could stoop to hurting someone over something as trivial as holding a picture. "Did you harm her?" the Elderly inquired, seeking confirmation. Killian hesitated, his voice trembling as he replied, "I don't know. All I remember is throwing her to the ground, spewing hurtful words, and leaving her unconscious. Fear enveloped me, afraid of the potential harm I could inflict when my emotions become overwhelming once more."

"What are you still doing here, Salazar? Shouldn’t you be running back to your rat hole?" Mateo smiled coldly. "I thought I’d stick around. Make sure my information is being put to good use." Ramirez stepped closer, his voice low. "We don’t need you. Diego might trust you, but I don’t. One wrong move, and I’ll put a bullet in your head myself." "Noted." Mateo said mockingly. As Ramirez turned to walk away, Mateo pulled a knife from his jacket, moving with lethal precision. Before Ramirez could react, Mateo plunged the blade into his back, twisting it with calculated force.

she asked softly. He exhaled bitterly. “Delgado happened.” That didn’t surprise her, but the look in his eyes did. Fear. Not the hard-edged fury he usually wore. This was something else entirely. Ramirez sank onto the fallen log, rubbing his face with both hands. “I have spent years chasing criminals. I have seen bodies burned to nothing and families torn apart. I have seen the kind of evil men learn to hide behind suits and badges.” His hands dropped, revealing eyes older than she had ever seen.

he said with a sting voice. "Exactly!" Mike snapped his fingers. "You are all friends but—they did something unforgettable that made you feel pain, that's why you don't have the balls to kill them because killing is easy but paying for their crimes is way more satisfying than killing them without getting tortured." Mike firmly said. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Mr. Ramos?" he called out his name. Mike saw how Ralf clenched his jaw, while the three possible suspects were just listening and watching them debate.

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

I rubbed the dust from my eyes, and slowly got back up. Amidst the tornado of dust particles and tiny concrete pieces, Señor Ramirez emerged, holding what looked like a handheld rocket launcher. “You guys are still alive and I don’t know how you’ve managed that,” he said. Zak and Rachel sprinted to hug him, but Señor Ramirez held his hands up. “No time for that!” I stared at him, still in shock. “I can’t believe you’re here. How did you get here?”