Mike Ramirez Killer Novels & Stories

I search for Alvaro and found out that he wanted someone to died, looking at the face I remember that I was the one that killed the person and his entire family consisting of kids as well. Alvaro's fingerprints were on the documents and I copied it and left it on a document there. Alvaro had green eyes as well but he had a darker shade of green compared to the one of the man in the tape. Something told me to search for Rarf for any information and then his name appeared on the screen. Different documents from Marco. The stingers knew about Rarf and what he did to me so why will they run business with him of all people. I opened his folder and saw my name there. The objective he gave was for

“Troy Ramirez, right?” “Who are you?” He asked when the man on the other line mentioned his name. “Pleased to meet you. I’m Philip Madrigal, is my son still alive?” Troy’s hands started to shake as he was talking with the legendary, Philip Madrigal. “Marcus, is yous son?” “Yes. So you were the one behind the massacre,” Philip said calmly. Troy kneeled on the carpeted floor and continuously apologized to Philip Madrigal, the father of all hoodlums in the country. “Please forgive me, sir.”

I was tired too. "I agree with him," I said finally. "It’s time." Phoebe blinked. “No. No, Ramon. You can’t be serious.” “I am,” I said quietly. “Richard crossed every line. He tried to kill you. He burned down a prison. He’s not stopping unless we stop him first.” She stepped closer, eyes wide. “But this? Hiring someone to kill him? That makes us just like him.” Mr. Damien’s voice cut in, calm but firm. “No, it makes us survivors.”

It was a minimalist wet dream with a modern touch. Ace never wanted for material things. Even his walls had very few pictures on them. He didn't really care to decorate or make a home. We had the beach as a backyard so I wasn't complaining. "Oh god what did he do this time?" "What else? Killing spree." "No! Who?" "Ramirez and twelve of his men. Did you know about this?" "No, but I'm not sorry about it either. That bastard can rot in hell." Elise lightly bit her red nails. She was still gorgeous but now had a lean strong body to fit those tight little dresses so well.

“How was I supposed to know he would be back and coming for Amaya?!” “You weren’t!! You were supposed to kill him so this would not even happen in the first place!” Nathaniel stepped forward hoping to quell the tension. “Uncle, we’ve analyzed the warehouse data. It was definitely Roman. We found traces of a specific explosive signature he used back in 2016. He’s not hiding his identity. He wants us to know it’s him." "Of course he does," I said, a cold smile touching my lips. "He’s a narcissist. He wants me to know that he’s the one who’s going to take everything from me and then more”

And that was one road I had promised myself never to walk again. Until the headlines found me. RENOWNED SURGEON ACCUSED OF MURDERING FATHER. I must have read the article ten times before I accepted that it wasn't some cruel joke. Karma? Murder? No. No. If there was one thing I knew with absolute certainty, it was this… Karma Kuntz was incapable of taking a life in cold blood. She had spent her entire life learning to save people. The trial became impossible to ignore, every news station covered it, even newspapers printed fresh speculation.

, he cackled. He cocked his gun, ready for the final kill. Rita said a prayer to all of the gods listening above, she made a promise within herself to love Rodrigo even in death and as she waited for the pain to take over her, she felt a heavy weight pushed away from her. Rita scrambled to her feet to see about ten security men fill her office. Ramirez tackled the shooter to the ground, knocking the gun away from his hands. The others helped him handcuff the man as they dragged him to his feet.

His expression changed almost immediately…eyebrows rising, eyes widening, his entire face going through a series of shock. His eyes bulged like a frog. “This is…” He flipped through page after page. Photos. Bank records. Phone transcripts. Video stills. “Where did you get this?” “That doesn’t matter. What matters is it’s all verified. Authenticated and Court-ready.” Ramirez kept reading. His hands were shaking slightly now. “Senator Morrison was killed by… oh my God.” “Victor Konstantin,” Gavin finished. “Working on orders from organized crime networks. Morrison was about to testify against their money laundering operation. They eliminated him before he could.”

My hands had caused a few in the last five years, but for Chief Ramirez, this was an alarming case. “People are already speculating about a serial killer on the loose,” Chief Ramirez said as Seth and I studied the case files. Chief Ramirez was in his late fifties, had clean-cut gray hair, and eyes that told me he’d seen more than what humans should. Seth had told me beforehand that Chief Ramirez knew about our kind. He’d been pretty helpful in keeping Seth’s pack safe in this city.