Petit Family Killers Novels & Stories

Zara kept the mood light but warm, teasing Killian playfully as she passed him the salad bowl. “So, future dad,” she said with a grin, “how does it feel knowing you’re going to have a mini version of your forbidden love running around?” Killian chuckled, but his hand found mine under the table, squeezing gently. “Terrifying. Wonderful. Mostly wonderful.” Zara’s eyes sparkled. “And the ‘forbidden love baby’ — I’m calling it that until we have a better name. This kid is going to have the most interesting family story. ‘Your parents met at a family dinner and fell in love even though they weren’t supposed to.’ Classic.”

Franklin asked again. "Rumor has it that Felix was the bastard son of Andrew Petterson." Carlos replied. "Wait, Pettersons? They were the family that was murdered." Alexander said, almost to himself. "Guess who massacred the family. Deborah Williams, and Gilbert Lockhart, along with their small group of merry band. Deborah, Patricia's stepmother. She met Anthony Harrington in Raleigh right after Miss Violet died." Carlos responded. Those information only angered Franklin. He can feel that there's something much bigger going on.

​ But still, the man before her stayed unmoved, as his eyes still contemplated the dark secret beneath it. ​ “I need an answer, you bastard!” She raised her one arm to slap him, losing her control, but he held her wrist mid air and gripped it tighter, pulling her next second closer and speaking in a chilling tone, “You want to answer. Then hear me out because you are Abigail Levine. The ‘Levine’ who killed my family and let me step into this dark mafia world all by my own to suffer and struggle for the whole life. Your parents are the reason I don’t have my family! Your parents are the killers of my family! And I, Byron Gilbert, only wanted to kill you and every person related to levine surn

“Jasmine Petrakis, Alberto Petrakis, Diego Petrakis and a little sister called Lucy Petrakis” What? “Surprised, Mia? Didn’t he tell you that bit of information while he fucked you? Trust me it was hard to find his family especially because Alessandro Petrakis knows how to hide his tracks very well but I did eventually. Shoot me, wifey. Shoot me now and his little family dies by morning” I cocked my head to the side, looking at Andro. All I needed was confirmation that whatever Bryant was saying wasn’t true and I would end this.

"Your ex-boyfriend once murdered a man in front of his family. In front of his wife and children." If he thinks that information would help me recall this Emiliano person, he was mistaken. Alistair had killed lots of people in front of their family members. It was how he killed. He always wanted it to be a death to be remembered, and he would often drag me along to watch him destroy families. "Alistair killed lots of people, Kai. Be more specific." I said. "Emiliano Petrova." Yup, that did it.

I ask. "Celeste is handling the Moreau and Petit families directly," she says. "The Moreau family has accepted a settlement and a formal acknowledgment of responsibility. The Petit family is still in conversation — they're not interested in money, they want answers, and Celeste is giving them everything she has." A pause. "Remy's situation is more complicated — the Geneva jurisdiction, the timing, the fact that she was not a Laurent Axis employee when she was killed." Another pause. "She's handling it directly."

Philip was furious and smashed the wine glass in his hand! At this moment, he was full of chills. The killing intent filled the entire suite. Leon Jefferson also scowled. He clenched his fists angrily and said, “Young Patriarch Clarke, Ernest Turner and his people are too vicious to think of such a malicious trick! “The killers they secretly sent out last night were all expert disciples with strength in the fifth zone. For them to deal with secular people is simply massacre!” “The Warren family and Hart family, including all the servants and non-core personnel were slaughtered overnight!

She looked up at me with a pleading and hopeful look in her eyes but I shook my head from side to side slowly "I'm sorry but I'm not lying. Eliana killed your family, she killed them and then made it look like a suicide. That whole thing about them hanging themselves from that tree was all staged. Eliana was the one who killed them, I saw her do it" A single drop of tear fell from her eyes as she let out a breathy gasp "I-I can't believe this. You really s-saw her do it? Are you sure it was my family?" I pressed my lips together "The family I saw was a family of three. The man was tall and had black hair, the woman was very pretty with dark brown hair and they had a son. A little boy, his na

And I didn’t want to put Pierre’s life in danger. “Well, we have all night, so why don’t you tell me?” I urged him, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. He then turned around. His face was still worried. “Riccardo Serratore is one of the most dangerous mobsters out there,” Pierre began his plea. “Tell me something I don’t know, Pierre” “He murdered my little sister!” Pierre said suddenly, without hesitation. I suddenly went from amazement to horror. “What do you mean murdered? Like… really killed her?” I asked dumbfounded, rubbing my hands together. My anxiety took over me and Pierre came closer. He just grabbed my hands in an attempt to soothe me.

I watched Whitney while stopping the recording on my phone. She would pay for killing my child. The murder charge should put her away for the rest of her life. I would also air Keith’s dirty little secret online for all to know. Once everybody was gone, I looked around the house in disgust. I gathered the remaining items and contacted a real estate agent to put the house on the market. Then, I grabbed my luggage and went to stay with Susie.