Mike Ramirez Killer Novels & Stories

“The new leader outside of LA?” “Yes.” “But we were negotiating.” “We still are.” He hesitated. “And Sandor?” I carefully placed the evidence bag down. “Sandor will get what’s coming to him.” *** Ramirez had chosen an abandoned industrial yard for our meeting. He stood in the centre with six of his men behind him. All armed. All watching us like we were prey. I stepped out of my car slowly, adjusting my cuffs. Ramirez smirked when he saw me. “Massimo,” he called out mockingly. “The famous king himself.” I smiled.

“That SUV? It’s not just anyone’s. It’s registered under a company. And guess who owns the company?” “Who?” Miguel demanded. Leo’s voice was tense. “A man named Victor Alvarez.” Miguel’s brows pulled together. “Never heard of him.” Camila froze, her hand on the gun. “I have,” she said quietly. Miguel looked at her sharply. “Who is he?” Camila’s eyes were cold as ice. “A ghost. A killer. A man you don’t cross.” Miguel’s voice was steel. “Then he just crossed me.”

"You will live with this guilt forever! You will always remember that you murdered the sister you claimed to love!" "Even if you kill me, it won't change a thing! Suffer for the rest of your miserable lives! Hahaha—" Her laughter was cut short. Three pairs of eyes, burning with the fires of hell, snapped up to look at her. "You destroyed our sister," Damien whispered, his voice the devil's own. "You destroyed our family," Ethan snarled. "You made us monsters," Julian seethed, murder in his eyes. The next second, all three of them were on her.

Cheryl said loudly as she looked around her. “Not guilty,” Alpha Ramirez stated calmly. “Alpha Ramirez, you are the head Alpha of Brazil and you’ve attended countless meetings with me and Alpha Sinclair as council members, you are aware of our abilities. I warn you now to speak the truth,” Alex said to him. “Alpha Ramirez, did you kill Jane Cooke?” I asked him. “I did not,” he said and his pulse remained steady as I listened to it. “Cheryl Ramirez, did you kill Jane Cooke?” I asked her.

The ghost everyone feared but nobody saw. And now I finally knew the truth. Hiram was the one who killed my family. Alejandro was just the coward who pointed him in the right direction. I gripped the steering wheel tighter. For years I thought some nameless cartel had ordered the attack. I never imagined it was him. A dark chuckle left my throat. Well, I killed Matteo. So Hiram could consider us even. Though somehow I doubted he would. When I got home, I parked the car in the driveway and stepped out. The cold night air hit my face immediately, but it did nothing to cool the anger sitting inside me.

"It was Dr. Monroe who told me to get the medication. She said it was this one. It's all my fault for being too stupid and trusting her. It's all my fault…" Jeremy's eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me. "How dare you call yourself a medical expert? My father is dead because of you! I swear I'll make sure you rot in prison!" Without another word, Jeremy called the police. Soon, several patrol cars arrived at the hospital entrance. As officers prepared to take me away for investigation, I looked at Lindsey and Michael with a sorrowful, almost pitying expression.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

His expression was unreadable, but there was a hint of sympathy in his eyes. “I need to ask you one question,” Ramirez said, his voice low but firm. “Are you certain that Mandy plotted to kill Ramsey? Yes or no?” With the uttermost breath in her lungs she screamed, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" as if screaming could save her. Ramirez nodded, seemingly satisfied. “I believe you,” he said. “I don’t know how long you’ll be here, but I swear, I’ll make sure justice is served.” With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving Rachel alone once again with her misery.

And then he had them torn apart by bulls. That was not the only one. This was something that she had witnessed. She had witness him bring forth a serial murdering wolf and brought him before the pack members. She had been wandering about the area and witnessed the show of it. Ramirez brought out a knife, and sliced the fingers off the killer. Not only did he slice the fingers off, he had the killers eyes dug out, and he made the killer fry his eyes and cut fingers, with his bare, sore hands. After that, Ramirez had him thrown into a pot of boiling oil, and had his burnt body be trampled on by bulls.