Murder Inc Story Novels & Stories

Doni Brain. Jo Garrotte. Leo Digger. The reason these three elite hitmen, infamous even among the mafia, were gathered in the back room of a candy store was because this candy store was actually Ricardo Luciano's direct murder company—Murder Inc. Since Valentine was the owner of the candy store, he was naturally the boss of this murder company.

I stepped forward, voice shaking, “I called. My husband murdered two men in the woods just a few hours ago.” Silence. The officers blinked, exchanged a glance and then looked at Vincenzo with a smile. “Mister Capone,” the younger one said, “Sorry to bother you. We figured it might’ve been a false call.” I stared at them, horror rising. “What? No! It’s not a false call. He did it. I saw the blood, the bodies. He just—he shot them, he executed them.” They still have no reaction. The officers barely looked at me, not even a twitch of concern. One of them shifted his weight and said blandly, “We’ll be sure to file the report, ma’am.”

Unknown POV "Another inhuman incident occurred on May 24, 2021, between 12:30 and 2:30 A.M. The victim, identified as Mr. Andrew Wilkins, 24, a landscape architect, was brutally murdered in cold blood in a desolate location by puncturing his chest and shoving away his heart by an unknown repulsive suspect. According to the police department, this has been the 17th reported murder from the same culprit ever since these mysterious killings has started 6 months ago.."

She had slammed right into the innocent victim. Zachary saw the footage too. Just before Gigi was arrested by the police, Zachary rushed to Gigi's house in a frenzy and stabbed her. It felt like he had looked up the most effective way to kill someone. As soon as he stabbed her, blood gushed out of her. Gigi crumpled to the floor, her eyes wide with shock. She died before the ambulance even got there. The police were alerted and came right over to arrest Zachary. Looking into the camera of a surrounding spectator who was recording on his phone, he tearfully cried out, "I've avenged you, Mom!"

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

—she looks around as if making sure that no one saw her— I am an accomplice to a murder. "Shhh," I shut her up, these walls had ears, "I know." It's hard to figure out without clues. The waitress arrives with the breakfasts so we start eating. —There is nothing that leads us to know what happened. It's obvious it was wolves but why don't they want it to be known? Why incinerate them to leave no trace? That keeps me sleepless.

he asks. Betsy clutches my hand tightly, her wide blue eyes staring fearfully up at me. “Mommy?” “Yes,” I say cautiously, my voice barely audible. “You’re under arrest,” the officer says, pulling out his handcuffs. ”For attempted murder.” “What?” I stammer, my chest tightening. “No, this is a mistake… what did I do?” The officer grabs my arm, twisting it behind my back. Betsy screams, trying to pull me away, her tiny feet lashing out, kicking at the officer’s leg. The man shakes her off like a pesky fly, and she lands on the hard pavement.

He accused, "How can you act like you're fine after you killed her? She was pregnant. We were about to be a family of three, but you ruined it all, you murderer!" He repeated the same accusation in a hoarse voice like he was in a trance, attracting the attention of a few policemen. Horrified, Marie tried to cover his mouth, but it was too late. Clifford walked past her with the urn and walked into the police department. "Cliff, please don't! I'm scared. I didn't do it on purpose. If you turn us both in, you'll ruin our future!" She jogged over to Clifford, took his arm, and begged him.

She asked as she pointed to her picture. "The killer and that's the case I called you for. I need your help. ", I said cleaning my eyes. "Okayy fill me in" she said as she sat opposite me in a criss cross manner. "A case was given to me . People are dying suddenly here in Newyork. And uhm I got a message from the said killer that if I didn't drop the case I'll lose someone I know and I didn't listen and now shes gone , the killer called and told me about her death even before I was informed by the police. " I finished off in one breadth.

There was a sense of foreboding in her voice as she spoke over the phone, making it clear that the situation had escalated. Alexander's hands trembled slightly as he reached for the remote control and turned on the television. The news anchor's voice echoed through the room, and the screen displayed the headline of the hour: "High-Profile Murder Case Unfolds in London." The news segment offered a chilling account of the previous night's events. Dramatic music underlined the grim tone of the report, and images of the crime scene flashed across the screen. A cluster of police cars and flashing sirens created a stark tableau of chaos and crime. The reporters painted a vivid picture of the polic