Muichiro Death Novels & Stories

"What's happened, Rocco?" I asked with a fever as I hurried into my SUV. "Niles DeMarco's dead, Tony Rizzio's been shot, Mario Pugliese's dead, and Ollie DiNiro has been shot, Sir," Rocco answered as he continued to wipe the blood and sweat from his face. "Who was it?" I demanded, as I looked back at my cousin. "Who the hell hit me? Who had the gall enough to hit the most potent family without a blessing?"

The mayor had just finished talking to the bystanders in inquiry of what just transpired when he got back inside the car. “So, what happened?” VV asks. “Apparently, an officer just started acting crazy and killed Leopold.” “Crazy...” They both got quiet in hearing about that particular death. A little later, VV finally speaks, “I guess the meeting just got cancelled then. Should we go to the next appointment?” Charles put his hand up. "That's alright, he’s already here." Just as he said this, the gentleman in a fine white tux came inside. Initially, his face was shrouded by a cliché darkness hanging over his flat top Panama hat.

He was certain that this was what had killed Mario. “But don’t worry, there is still Suicider that will be killed tomorrow night! Mario died too soon because his body was too weak to withstand lashes. His body couldn’t take what happened to him, so don’t worry because I guaranteed you all that we tortured him first before his heart stopped beating!” He inhaled deeply. “This is the conclusion of our Livestream, and we’ll be back tomorrow to slaughter someone new! Goodbye, and enjoy a restful night’s sleep!” Even though many people were upset and outraged about what transpired, the live stream ends instantaneously.

-———————————————————— 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.

However, he most definitely could believe the Tokyo Commissioner's report—if the man said Yoshitaka and Kokomi were dead, they were definitely dead. Burying his face in his palms, he wailed, "No!!! Yoshitaka… Kokomi! You didn't deserve this… I will definitely avenge you!" Makoto shuddered in fear and quickly said, "L-Listen, Mr. Mitsui. The Yamaguchi-gai got here first, and they stopped my boys from going in. From there, you know for sure that your brother and niece were killed by the Yamaguchi-gai!" Yukihiro was left seething right then—he and Makoto were both going to hell, but this bastard was kicking him down first?! What the fuck?!

He shook his head. “I’m sorry,” he said. A pause. “He’s gone.” The words echoed. Lisha didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just stared. Ethan Cross— The man who controlled everything. The man who feared nothing. Was dead. Just like that. And in that moment no one noticed the glass of wine still trembling slightly in Lisha’s hand or the quiet storm behind her eyes. Because while the world saw shock Lisha felt something else entirely.

She explained and Octavia turned around to back her. Oh God...! "There has to be a way" she winced. There needs...to be a way". Sapphire smiled ruefully and took up a broken piece of glass from the floor. "There's no other way, Octavia..." She stated glumly. ****************** "Moscow?" Mica repeated and stood up. "What're you talking about? Who killed him??" "We don't know yet, Mica. He was just found dead at a hidden spot a while ago. Someone stabbed him" Draco replied, watching the expression on Mica's face.

I say, amused, and listen to him breathing out a sigh on the other side. “Your sister is having some trouble submitting to me, but I’ll get her to come around eventually,” he says. “Is there a reason you’ve called?” Getting Emilia to submit? I can tell him right now how absurd that sounds, but I decide to shut it since we have pressing matters to discuss. “Alberto Moretti is dead, and so are the two men who helped him; Brigăzi men,” I say. “Brigăzi? Are you sure?”

Meredith wasn't sure if the Death Contract was enough to keep Brayden. What was she thinking? Keep Brayden? Meredith let out a breath she didn't know she was holding in. She needed this Death Contract for her family. But Brayden could leave her for Mizuki if he wanted to. Even though they both signed it to death do they part. Meredith wouldn't be able to fight Brayden in any kind of court for her life back. Even though Meredith couldn't understand why Brayden had chosen her over Mizuki she knew one thing. Mizuki had challenged her and she wasn't going to back down.

Mario had himself drinking and dancing with nudely dressed women. He was literally enjoying his life. If only he knew he was minutes away from his death. That's just the thing about life. I smiled at the thought. We pass our death day each fucking year and we have no clue. "Can this man just do something already?"Luca spoke in annoyance. I could sense the irritation in my capos faces. Mario's death wouldn't have been much of a shocker if he hadn't quit or gotten more gun wounds than the other victims.