Petit Family Killers Novels & Stories

"It's your fault! It's all your fault! You ruined our family! Give me back my Jasmine!" "Hack... Hack... Dad... let go..." Carrie's face turned purple from being choked, and she struggled desperately. Mom crawled over and gripped Dad's leg tightly. "Honey, snap out of it! Even if you strangle Carrie to death, Jasmine won't come back to life!" "I don't care! She has to pay!" Dad was like a madman, his eyes bloodshot. "It's her fault! She's the one who killed my daughter! My Jasmine..."

This Dickweed nearly destroyed the only thing I had left of her. I can't believe he was about to kill us until I agreed to be his, "pet". I don't even know what that means, besides the fact it's something sexual. Do I just fuck him when he needs relief? I mean, he said "his" pet, so I assume he's not going to pass me around to all his men...right? "We're almost home, Mama." Mama. Why does every time he call me that, my stomach clenches? What the hell is wrong with me? How could I possibly get aroused by my father's murderer?

Unfortunately, his background was almost impossibly clean. No matter how deeply she dug, she found nothing of real value. Only one detail stood out. Five years earlier, every member of the Payne family had been murdered. Elias and his younger sister, Elena, were the family's only known survivors. At fifteen, Elias had been sent overseas to study. He didn't return to Kingsley City until five years later. Just a few months after his return, the entire Payne family was massacred. The killers left behind no evidence whatsoever. Elias survived only because he had been attending a social gathering that night. His younger sister, Elena, had hidden in the basement during the attack and escaped the k

"Now, about last night. The person who sent you those messages. I did some research after our conversation." "And?" "And I found something interesting. The phrasing they used 'little bird' that's not common knowledge. Your father used that nickname with you, but privately. Only people very close to your family would know that." "I know. That's what made the messages so threatening." "Exactly. So I made a list of everyone who had that kind of access to the Moretti family seven years ago. People who were at your father's house regularly. Who attended family dinners. Who heard private conversations." She pulled out a folded paper from her purse. "There are seventeen names on this list. Five are

"Guess who else is in the Mafia. Sebastian! And that's his real freaking name." "Caterina doesn't know he is in the Mafia, so way to blow your cover." "Caterina isn't dumb either." "What's the name I told you then?" "You know what, just forget it. The only way I'll tell you is if in two seconds from dying." The Capri Clan finally comes up with a plan to raid the Etna Cartel. With Alessandro leading the men, they drive towards the De Luca's family estate with only one thing in mind; Rescue Caterina Russo.

I responded with a smile, “I was really not aware that you selling me off to the same man who murdered my father, was not a big deal - oh, and against my knowledge might i add.” She rolled her eyes, and I clenched my fist so rightfully it hurt. If anything but to control my family. I have always disliked Vivienne - she was always a bitch but never in the five years I have known her have I felt the urge to wrap my palms around her perfectly tanned neck and just - strangle the breath out of her. Never. “Do not be so melodramatic.” “I AM BEING DRAMATIC!” She jumped again as I slammed my fist on the table rattling the plates, “Am I being dramatic? I have not even gotten started, you stupid selfi

If the joint forces of Milan’s five greatest families could not make the Rossi family disappear from Milan in one day, the Herriot family could definitely do it. This family had no excessive worries when it came to carrying out tasks. Their methods were simple and rough. If they declared to exterminate you in one day, it would be done. No words could describe what Kennedy was feeling. It was just like Tyr had said earlier, he was getting closer to hell, step by step. By now, Mikhael and Allen were stunned speechless. From the start, Mikhael knew that Tyr was not a regular man. The boy had a complex background in Rayne, but Mikhael never knew that it would be this frightening.

"It gets worse. With no financial support, Pete and his mother lived miserably. She eventually died in front of him. Since then, his hatred for the Wolfe family has only deepened." Kane's hand patted hers reassuringly. His tone was cool, almost detached. "You've heard the rumors about the Wolfe family curse. I suspect most of those so-called accidents were Pete's handiwork." Eden's jaw dropped. "Seriously? You think Pete could've killed that many people without getting caught?" "Remember the group we mentioned before?" Aria reminded them. Cedric's eyes narrowed. "You mean the ones who cleaned up Caleb's crime scene?"

Clicking the image—that certain picture of five other Mobsters of the main city of New York that would be explaining the upcoming danger—the Don started: "Those five American Italian families are known as notorious as well as amoral killers.” Motioning to the pictures of five very close, different-looking bulky guys in suits seated really close to each other side by side in their mid-twenties and thirties, he continued, "Very well known as the Crime Mafia Family. Connected to one another like an imaginary axis. They not only cover the tracks of the crimes they commit, but they don't even leave a notch on it to be discovered by anyone. Those guys just don't kill but make the bodies disappear

Of the six families circling like vultures, only two remained silent. The Vanderlyns, our hosts. Their silence wasn’t surprising, the investigation had them cornered. I thought of Peterson and shook my head. Sooner or later, the truth would bleed out, that he was nothing more than a pervert hiding behind a family name. Imagine losing a fortune in shares and being exposed for what he truly was. His father would drown in disappointment. The Montclaires were the second. Sandra’s family. Their quiet stung differently. They too were under scrutiny, but I couldn’t shake the image of Sandra. Killing a dog she adored just to frame me, what kind of heart did she possess?