Shark Tale Frankie Death Novels & Stories

But no. I looked up at him and a dry smile appeared on my lips. “I know you don't believe me and honestly, you have no reason to” I started. Freki stared at me with his eyes showing interest in my words. I took that as an approval to continue speaking. “I didn't kill anyone. I didn't cause anyone's death, not even my father's.” I paused. “And I think someone here is connected to the incident that happened in ShadowFang pack that day and they are trying to bury the truth”

Franky told me gently. My neck snapped as I narrowed my eyes at him. How dared he? How would he know what my parents would want? My mother and father were dead. That was irreversible. My dad was dead because of Aaron Taddeo. Before I could yell at Franky though, we heard a commotion in the front of the club. It sounded like the other shoe had dropped.

She forgot her promise not to appear again. ‘What are you doing here?’ Frank wanted to ask it, but his brain was too busy compromising with his lungs. His hands kept holding his neck, while he had short breath. Tears had flowed without him realizing it. "Sir?" Kara shook his shoulder. Suddenly, Frank closed his eyes. The furrows in his brows deepened and his breathing quickened. Afraid she was running out of time, Kara checked Frank’s neck. Apparently, his skin was red and swollen, just like what had happened to Emily when she first ate shrimp.

With no other choice, Shark stopped looking for her and went to find Mr Brooks. He saw Mr Brooks in one of the villagers’ shops. Mr Brooks was sitting on a bench, and in his hand was a cup of local palm wine. He was drinking from it. Shark went ahead and sat down next to Mr Brooks. He made sure that no one was near them as he said to Mr Brooks, “I couldn't figure out what happened, Mr Brooks. But you should know that I found boss Gunnar dead. And my remaining two comrades, I found them unconscious on the ground. This is so strange. Maybe boss Gunnar’s rivals must have done that. After all, they have held a great grudge against us ever since we became stronger and more efficient than them”.

However, at a critical juncture, Sharon rushed over to block the gun for him. Since the leader had received orders to catch Sharon alive, he abruptly moved his gun to the side and shot at the ground, allowing Franky to keep his life. Sharon had also told the leader that if they killed Franky, she would bite her tongue off and kill herself. The leader despised her for this, but he had no other option but to give up on his attempt. He merely tied the two together before making it look like they had burned to their deaths in the car.

I ask. “That’s what I thought at first, but the kid died sixteen years ago.” Shadow says. “You got to be shitting me?” Frankie says turning to face Shadow, the sci-fi geek in him no doubt intrigued by Shadow’s update. “So, you think he might really be back from the grave to take out his killers?” his eyes wide with excitement as he looks at Shadow who just shakes his head at Frankie.

Tank was never good with Math but he could tell that there were enough sharks to clean their bones. ‘Harold Lux, you scamming piece of shit! Loser? That’s the fucking Mafia King! AH, FUCK!’ The windows exploded, spewing glass shards, and then multiple hands shot in—some tugging them, some removing the door, some grabbing them. Like wriggling prawns, Tank and Pete was easily yanked out of their vehicle to their deaths. ****** [Ralph’s POV] ‘Get their ID,’ I muttered, suddenly having an inkling as to who it might be.

Two submachine guns sprayed everyone in the room until they were all dead and he took a stab at everyone, not a single one, including a minor distant relative of the Stanage family. Frankie was in the cellar that day helping to choose wine and escaped with his life. He peed when he saw two dozen dead bodies all over the restaurant. For the first time in his life, he knew that he could be afraid. He left Brooklyn that night, but he dared not flee New York.

As time passed, the poisonous tint on Shane’s face began to fade, astonishing the certified physicians. “Is his method working?” “How is this possible?” “It’s absolutely a miracle!” They whispered in disbelief. Moments later, Shane slowly opened his eyes with great effort. “Where…where am I?” he asked. As he opened his mouth, the leech crawled out. Shane was dumbfounded when he saw Frederick strike it with a swift motion, killing it instantly. He rolled off the bed, and began retching violently.

“They usually like to shoot their victims in the head. They don’t just leave them for dead.” I met Sal’s dark gaze across the room. He didn’t need to say anything. We discussed the same thing previously and both of us had our own opinions. Rechin, the Shark, also smirked at Frank. “It would have been better if they had finished the job. Because it’s not looking good for you, Frank.” He placed two fingers to the side of his head and made the sound of a gun going off. “First Alexi and now you.” Joe shook his head sadly, his usual amicable face serious. “Who can we trust?” he heaved a sigh and took a bite of the sandwich in his hand.