Rdr2 Hosea Crime Novel Novels & Stories

“Let me explain something. I’ve lost my father. I’ve buried cousins. I’ve burned down buildings. I’m done losing.” She slid the blade across the man's thigh—slow, deliberate. “You’ve got one more minute of blood in you. Tell me where.” He sobbed. “Second pier—green containers—they moved her five hours ago.” Alessio turned to his men. “Go. Quietly.” They moved. But Emilia stayed behind. So did the knife. She walked out with blood on her hands and silence in her chest. --- They didn’t find Rosa. Not that night. Not at the second pier.

“Junia. From the Frostwillow Pack.” “They were wiped out a year ago.” Junia nodded, face pale. “I hid. Lived off snowmelt and pine root. Then… two days ago, I saw her.” Mara didn’t need to ask who. Junia clenched the cloth in her hands. “She didn’t kill me. She just… looked at me. Like she was remembering something. And then she whispered one word.” Mara’s chest tightened. “What word?” Junia’s eyes met hers.

"Hannah… you won… But it's over… cough, cough…" There was more hacking, the sound of lungs drowning from cyanide poisoning. "I… started recording… when you came in… It's uploaded… to the cloud… automatically…" My whole body went cold. That damned Mike. Even dying, he set a trap. He never trusted me!

Rodriguez. The name felt foreign on my tongue, yet it sounded oddly pleasant in my ears. Too pleasant. Almost too good to be true. When we stepped out of the civil affairs bureau, he ordered his assistant to take me home. As I got into the car, I mentally braced myself for whatever was coming next—for the life I hadn’t planned, yet was suddenly living. Through the tinted glass, I watched the city fade away. My old life dissolved with it, leaving behind only reflections of what used to be. The weight of it all pressed down on me, and I suddenly felt weak.

“Not a single man from the Ash Mafia is to be sighted anywhere near those ports. Not now, not ever. If anyone, anyone from our crew, so much as looks in that direction, they’re dead to me. This entire bust, this mess, every single arrow, every scrap of evidence, every finger pointed, it all goes to Randall. Only Randall. Understood?” “Understood, boss. Randall takes the fall. We’re out of sight.” Jeremy’s voice is firmer now, the frantic edge replaced by the steely resolve of a man following orders. “Good. Get it done. And make sure our books are cleaner than a saint's conscience. If there’s so much as a shadow of a link to us, burn it. Now.” I disconnect the call, and the silence in the liv

They both watched blood seep through the fabric of his shirt, staining his hand as he clutched at the wound. Lorenzo's breath stuttered as blood stained his fingers. He fixed her with a furious stare as realization hit him. Elena saw the anger in his eyes and wondered if it stemmed from his perception of her betrayal or the realization of his own carelessness. The crackle of a radio sounded nearby, the garbled chatter of agents barely audible over the wind. His chest heaved with shallow breaths as the words filled the night. ‘… dead body on deck’ the voice rang out like a twisted confirmation of everything unraveling.”

Elaeya had not been in the car with her, but I was sure she had been the one putting Ylva there, using the conjured vines to protect her. We found the rest of her security details. Dodson was dead. Finn was dead. Hugo was dead. Anders was found alive. He had wrapped fabric around his lashed neck, paled as a sheet. He died on his way to the hospital. The doctors tried everything they could. I saw it in his eyes before he left. He knew it was coming. I tracked Elaeya’s smell to the swamps until the water hid her smell along with that of those who took her.

"Fatefully, to document potential upstairs leaks, I installed a compact wide-angle lens at our entry-living room nexus. Intended for disputes, but..." I trailed off, flicking to yesterday's afternoon clip. Chris toiled at work; Wesley napped peacefully as I secured locks before grocery shopping. Moments later, the door eased open from the outside. A muffled intruder slinked in, but the gait and piercing eyes betrayed Tessa. She beelined for the bedroom, hovering by the crib with her back obscuring the lens. Swiftly, she withdrew to the living area, spilling fluff from a pouch and grinding it into the lining of Wesley's fleece pajamas.

My fingers immediately curl around the door handle, and I push the handle open. That is when I see the blood first. Then the men laying on the floor with the blood dripping out of their necks. I look around, and that is when I finally see Nova. Her hands are curled into fists, and there is blood dripping out of her hands. She is breathing hard, and her chest rises and falls with such power that I haven't seen in a long time. There is something different about her. Her demeanor, the way she even stands. Her skin seems to glow, and I can't help but wonder if we are both fighting at the same time.

Chapter Four — The Price of Breathing The body stayed where it fell. No one rushed to remove it. No one spoke. The corridor seemed to hold its breath, stone walls slick with blood and tension. Wolves stood frozen in various stages of shift claws half-extended, eyes glowing, chests heaving. The scent of death thickened the air until it coated the back of my throat. I was still standing over him. The assassin. His neck lay at an angle that made it clear he wouldn’t be getting back up again. I stared down at him, waiting for something shock, horror, regret.