Notti Osama Death Video Novels & Stories

My thumb paused mid-click. The news anchor looked grim. “Just now, someone released a secret video showing Dominic Rossi killing an Italian Mafia boss, Carlo Cotti. This is one of the pieces of evidence linking to the said death that had been wiped clean for almost a decade. Just months prior, a journalist from the Italian popular website had made an article about Dominic belonging to the mafia world. It seems the truth is coming out faster than we hoped.” The glass fell from my hand. It hit the floor and shattered.

Her voice was raised at the last word. Without saying a single word, Hamdan retrieved the remote and dimmed the light in the room. He didn't want to see those gruesome killings again but that was the only way he could shut them up. He had gotten his hands on the video after opening their safe. He wasnt in the mood to talk. He played the content and stood up to walk out of the room. He couldn't watch that video one more time without wanting to kill his parents. He walked away after looking at the watch. He bad sent Rumeysa an SOS message a few hours ago and already got a reply. He let out a sigh of relief after seeing the message.

Oh God, no! This can’t be happening. My heart pounded as I refreshed the screen again. Nothing. I checked the deleted files, dug through the backups, turned the camera off and back on still nothing. The video was gone. The one video that would have blown the Otto cartel wide open. The one piece of evidence that could have brought them to their knees. A cold sweat slicked my skin. My breathing unsteady. This wasn’t just a setback it was a death sentence.

Tina had put in so much effort to plan this and naively thought she had succeeded, but it turned out that Joshua was always one step ahead! The night before, when she and Dan were still figuring out how to kill Senior Howard without anyone suspecting them, Joshua had already laid out his plan. Tina closed her eyes, her face as pale as a ghost. "Everyone," all of a sudden, Joshua's voice rang out. "This video was taken when I went to visit Senior Howard yesterday. I promised him that if he pulled through, I'd never reveal this video for the whole world to see, but the fact that all of you are watching this right now means only one thing—Senior Howard passed away last night.

By now the tears in my eyes have started flowing freely. “The girl in that video was your wife.” I stated gulping the pukish feeling that has settled in my throat. He nodded his head on my chest in affirmative and continued “On the ninetieth day I received a video link and I died on that day. Neither she nor I knew that they are going to let her go on that day. Neither was she gagged nor forced to suck those bastards, yet I did not hear her voice. Not even a whimper left her mouth on that day. All I saw was my Tanvi, lying like a corpse letting those dogs feast on her. No struggle. No pleading. Nothing.” My stomach churned, threatening to push everything I had out of my system.

It meant there must be something wrong with this memory card. After the sloppy man left, Ryan asked for an iPhone from his subordinate. He then inserted a memory card into the phone and handed the phone to Thomas. Thomas did not think much either. He directly found the content of the memory card with the phone. There was actually just one video file in the Rmvb format, and the file’s name was [Suffer a Fate Worse Than Death]. While Thomas felt puzzled, he tapped on it to open the video. The subsequent one minute was the darkest one minute in Thomas’ life. The video that had been recorded by Caleb and his men showed nothing else but Ben struggling before his death!

Old. Noah’s face fills the frame. He looks terrified. He looks like he’s running. He looks like he knows he’s about to die. “Ava,” he whispers in the video, voice shaking. “If you get this… run.” My breath stops. My heart stops. Everything stops. The video ends. And the lights in the locker room flicker out. We’re plunged into darkness.

Murmurs spread instantly. Tomaso leaned back in his chair with a scoff. “Fabricated.” Nobody responded to him. Enzo continued calmly. “The council will also be shown video evidence regarding the death of Don Alessandro Vescari.” That got the room’s attention immediately. One older capo muttered, “Madonna…” Tomaso’s mask slipped for the briefest second before he forced it back into place. Dominic dimmed the lights without being told. The projector came to life at the far end of the room.

KAMARA Oscar is dead. “What do you mean? He is dead..?” The words didn’t make sense. They collided with the damp concrete walls of the cold-storage room and shattered like glass. I looked at the guard, whose face was drained of color, his hands shaking as he clutched his phone like a lifeline.

Nobody noticed the shooter with a hidden camera on his shirt. One of the videos on the screen was showing someone moving on the Brooklyn bridge and my men informed me they were following Vincenzo Biancis himself, the current New York Godfather. I told them to make sure this one should die on the spot or else I'd kill them. With seconds in difference, all the live footage on the flat screen tv showed how all The Biancis fell to the ground lifeless. Gerardo Sanguin stood up and clapped his hands while he laughed like the devil. He walked to where I was standing and gave me a tight hug.