Scorpio Serial Killers Mga Nobela at Kwento

She asked keeping her gaze on his face. “For years the cops haven't been able to apprehend a notorious mafia leader and also invade his hideout. They had given up on this years back since they thought it was an impossible task but I've made that possible." Joel explained, opening the folder himself. He threw some pieces of paper on her table, containing names and address of previous members of the Scorpions. “How accurate are these information?" Zina asked with a slight frown. No one has been able to apprehend the scorpions in years so how come this man is bringing all these to her and just few hours before they go to invade the meeting. Could this be a distraction?

I waited twenty-five years for this—to feel Chicago’s soil underneath my feet, to walk the streets like I had owned it once upon a time, and to throttle my enemies with bare hands, watching the bloodbath as it would unfold. Twenty-five years ago, Alessandro Romano began to play God and Satan to this city, controlling and gaining wealth like it was his fucking birthright. Drugs, guns, gold, and diamonds—every illicit trade was either his or under his subjugation. They called him the Scorpion. The name had nothing to do with stupid astrology and everything to do with his predatory motives and venomous dealings. The things he had done to extend his hold over the city and expanse of his business

Aaron informed him, watching the group of people gathered trying to see what was going on behind the yellow tape. "This scene seems familiar." Chad suddenly said, drawing Aaron's attention away from the group. "It is?" He asked his partner who didn't respond to the question. Aaron begged God for patience to deal with his frustrating partner. "In LA, there were three murders, all females. The killer specialized in cutting people up like parts to be used in a sacrifice. I actually admired how clean he could be, doing something this delicate and not leaving a single trace of himself.... splendid, isn't it?" Chad turned his light grey eyes to Aaron's baby dark blue eyes. Aaron gave himself a men

What he did know was that it was no good to starve yourself. Yet Wilbur was completely transfixed and did not even seem to hear Arsi. Later at night, a figure dashed out of Diseya to the deserts outside where five Harley-Davidsons parked. Six men and one woman wearing leather jackets stood waiting as the short figure ran over. The short guy was named Johnson, the key informant of the Scorpion Killers. His small frame made him easy to miss, and the Scorpion Killers had accomplished many missions with his help. They did the same this time, getting Johnson to enter Diseya to spy on Wilbur.

“No.” She drew a deep breath. “As much as I wanted him dead for what he did to us, I still needed him alive, and now we don’t have any lead to how we find Obsidian. Sebastien’s men and his contacts are still scouring for information. So, where does that leave us?” She threw her hand in the air, frowning. “Nothing. Nada. And the worse part is, I think there’s a werewolf rogue out there taking down humans.” “The same MO as the first victim. I think we have a serial killer on the loose, Cal.” I saw fear in his eyes. “What do you think?”

he whispered, sending a shiver down her spine. Scarlett was resolute in her mission to defeat Tobias, even if it meant using seduction as a tactic. She knew that getting close to him physically would provide her with the opportunity to strike and finally take her revenge. With each passing moment, her determination grew stronger, and she became more focused on her ultimate goal. She was willing to do whatever it takes to bring down the man who held responsible for the massacre of her family.

A shadow loomed above her and greeted with the giant's nasty ass face. "My hands itched to kill you but I'm ordered not-" He didn't completed his words as Kebin threw him away, out into the clearing. Kebin nodded to her and back to the battle. "Viktor!" Serra called and Viktor found her. Viktor was a huge serpent, sleeky poking a four armed Badblood. His long body was full of cuts and bruises. Serra's chest was still in pain and speaking is agony. She pointed on Sisi and gladly, Viktor immediately understand.

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

, he said as he passed by and didn't see her. It's been two weeks and 3 murders we're already being investigated. One was torn to pieces, the other strangled ,and the other was drowned, all girls of the same age. The investigative team believe it was a serial killer that was committing these murders. The killer didn't have an MO so they really could noy create a pattern except the age group. At the BTG camp, Sandro had called a meeting with a few top werewolves and vampires to discuss the recent killings of mundanes by the Scourge.

I paused in my steps as I watched two masked men step out of the vehicle. “Who are you people?” I asked with a frown but then my gaze landed on their sleeve and my heart began thudding violently against my chest when I spotted the scorpion tattoo on their arms. I recognized that tattoo anywhere as it was a symbol for the The Scorpio Clan, the most dangerous and notorious Mafia clan yet to be apprehended by the cops. They have eyes and ears everywhere and getting rid of someone was a piece of cake for them but that's not what terrified me the most.