Ravi Ross Death Novels & Stories

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.

I shook my head, sniffing back tears. "Ross isn't dead," I whispered, my voice shaking. "You're making a mistake. Ross isn't dead." I screamed, the sound ripping from my throat as I struggled against Richard's hold. "No! He's not dead! You're making a mistake! Ross isn't dead! My Ross isn't dead!" I thrashed against Richard, refusing to accept the doctor's words. Ross couldn't be gone. He had to fight for us, for me. The thought of living without him was unbearable. I screamed again, my voice hoarse, my heart shattered into a million pieces.

"I just wanted to say that Ravi isn't a bad person. He's just been through a lot lately." Luna and Eddie looked at each other, surprised. They had assumed that Ravi was just a greedy and manipulative person, but it seemed that there was more to the story. "What do you mean?" Luna asked. "Well," the farmer said, "Ravi's father used to work in the coal mine that's just outside the village. But there was an accident a few months ago, and his father was killed. Ravi has been struggling to cope with the loss, and I think it's made him desperate."

“I know. I love this place a lot. I used to come there a lot, I like the serene nature and the calm weather this place has to offer. The only reason I got this piece of area.” Inessa smiles and looks around. Zoya and her husband Salam come out of the house to greet us. Zoya and Salam’s son Ravi used to work in our company. He was one of our company’s lawyers and Robbie’s junior in law college. Robbie was the one who recommended him when we were hiring new people. Everyone loved and adored him, an honest and jolly person, even though he was a kind person to the core, life was so sweet to him. He died in a hit-and-run car accident one night while coming home from the office.

"Now back to business. Like I said, Cleopatra is trouble for us. You have to let go.” "She is my trouble. I'll bear it,” I returned sharply, threw him a glare and turned around. "Don Rossini is dead.” My feet halted. Dead? I felt flutters in my stomach and turned around. “Yes," Rossetti nodded and walked up to me with his hands in his pocket. “And," His gaze swept over my face as though he was scrutinizing me, “According to rumours, you killed him.” My stomach flipped over. Killing a fellow mafia is a heinous crime in the underworld. My chest raced.

Markees let out a loud groan as he ran his hands across his face before asking, “You got a name?” “Kenneth. He was the leader of a group of vampires for fifty years, maybe more,” he replied. Markees thought hard. “His name doesn’t sound familiar. You sure he was captured?” he asked. Ken nodded. “I believe Ross may have killed him.” “If it was that great of a kill, Ross would still be bragging his ass off about it. I’m sure of that. Ross never mentioned any vampire by that name. Plus, I have records of all the kills, and I haven’t seen anything about him,” he said. Ken started to let out a sigh, but was interrupted by the sound of Teya, who had begun to gag. Both men looked at her as she rush

Rosette. Standing beside a man who was supposed to be dead. The image had been taken two years ago, outside a private hospital. Rosette looked younger, softer somehow, her expression uncertain. Beside her stood a tall man in a dark coat, his hand lightly resting on her shoulder. Blake knew that face. Everyone in certain circles knew it. Rael Khalid. A businessman with dangerous connections and a reputation for disappearing enemies. And according to official records… Rael Khalid had died in a car crash two years ago.