Ravi Ross Death Novels & Stories

Ross reported Adair saw the paper when Ross continued to report “the man who was responsible for Mr. Adams car accident also died on same day, report said that his car’s brake was failed and he also died when his car run from cliff and his body haven’t found” Ross reported everything and saw Adair was staring the photo in the file he titles his head saw photo and informed “that was the person responsible for accident, he is dead” as soon as he finished, he heard Adair say “you can go out” Still Adair staring the photo in his hand.

I was going to be without her for less than twelve hours but that didn’t stop me from kissing her one last time before the magical weekend we shared was officially over. On Monday morning, I was faced with the death of Sal Rossi. It was all over the news. Sal had been found dead in his penthouse after an apparent overdose. Demetri always made his hits look like an accident. That way, there was less of a chance of a formal investigation if the death was viewed as accidental or of natural causes.

It was clear that he wanted to snap the man's neck in two. "Wait… Don't kill me! I'm from the Riverville Warrior League! If I die, they will hunt you like a dog!" "So?" Sebastian asked coldly and snapped his neck. The man died so quickly that he didn't even have time to close his eyes. A trickle of blood flowed from the corner of his lips, and his head was tilted at an awkward angle. All the color had drained from Rosalie's face from the event, and she slumped to the ground.

“Rossi? But why?” “He mentioned something about his wife and daughter… Killed in a drive by shooting. Innocent bystanders caught in a Mafia turf scuffle many years ago.” “You think this is about revenge?” “Definitely. Why else would he go to such lengths?” With a defeated sigh, Thorton reaches out and combs his fingers through my hair, brushing a few loose strands aside. I sink into the warmth of his palm, my body leaning toward him. There’s no escaping the pull of his orbit.

"Coby… he didn’t make it. He died saving Jackson. He stepped in front of Ross and took the hit." Grief washed over me, but it was mixed with gratitude. Coby had never been a perfect mate to me, but he had been a father. And in the end, he had given his life for our son. Tears welled in my eyes, but I managed a nod, understanding the weight of his sacrifice. "He was brave," I whispered, my voice trembling. "And Ross?" I croaked, my throat still raw. Xavier’s eyes hardened. "He’s dead. He’ll never bother us again."

His blue shirt was soaked in blood, dripping all over the grasses, but I didn't care. I pulled him my his hair and stabbed his abdomen, gazing into his eyes as he took his last breath. “Have any last words?” “You'll never be able to save her.” “Save who?” But he was dead. Rosanne. I glanced at the other rouge but he smirked. Then he dawned on me. Ross was in danger. “Take that bastard to the dungeons.” I ordered before rushing into my car. God. Those fucking bastards distracted me.

Killian crouched down and trained his gun between his eyes. "Goodbye," with that said, he shot him dead. A thick blotch of blood splattered across his face. Rossi's head fell back on the floor and he took a shaky breath before life finally left his body. He lied about hurting his family. He wasn't going to do anything with them but it was fun to see fear in his eyes in his last moment. He didn't want to give him the satisfaction of any sort.

" Kel said. "Yeah, mum would not like that." Stacey said with a chuckle. The private plane was prepared and Mr Ross and his daughter flew home to Califonia. ****** At the Ross residence. Avery woke up feeling really uncomfortable. She felt like she was being squeezed on her bed. She sat up on her bed and saw her two sisters sleeping next to her. What the hell where they doing here she wondered. They had there own rooms. What is wrong with these grown up women. As Avery wondered all this she had an idea and with a smile she pushed her sisters off the bed.

I was up in the room Robert had shown me since the night before, still sobbing like a child who had lost her dearest parent. Nevertheless, the death of my uncle had not gone unnoticed, and the television in my room had been left turned on since the moment I had taken to the room. Though I was not focusing on the TV but only on my imaginary thoughts for my uncle and my watery eyes, I was able to tell that every TV news channel was reporting news about my uncle's death. “Good evening, I’m Sarah Johnson, with a special report. At the late hour of the evening yesterday, the city mourned the loss of a prominent figure in the business community. Victor Russo, a wealthy entrepreneur and beloved unc

“Rossi? But why?” “He mentioned something about his wife and daughter… Killed in a drive by shooting. Innocent bystanders caught in a Mafia turf scuffle many years ago.” “You think this is about revenge?” “Definitely. Why else would he go to such lengths?” With a defeated sigh, Thorton reaches out and combs his fingers through my hair, brushing a few loose strands aside. I sink into the warmth of his palm, my body leaning toward him. There’s no escaping the pull of his orbit.