Siapa Yang Membunuh Ace Mga Nobela at Kwento

The thing that Jazlyn has always wanted. "But, I can't fully trust you. You could suddenly point a gun at me and kill me," said Jazlyn, who now had her disbelief at Ace. "Previously, I did kill some of the women ordered by Alvin. I think there were ten women who tried to kill me before," Ace said, remembering all the women who ended up dying in their own hands. "Is it true?" Jazlyn was now really surprised to hear Ace's explanation now. This means that the mission to kill Ace Morin is not the first time. Alvin did intend to finish off the man.

He maintained a worried expression, and Carl could tell it wasn't good news either. “Speak.” "Boss, the woman we sent to entrap and murder Ace is dead. He said, and Carl slammed the wall angrily with his knuckles while screaming, "They killed her and sent her dead body." “Urgh! Not even a simple task is beyond her. I hate you, Ace. I hate you! I'll destroy you and take everything from you, including your wife, I swear to you. He yelled as he was firing at the wall and causing bullets to penetrate it.

Fear trickled down my arms like a sharp knife threatening to peel my flesh from my bone, "he's dead. You killed Parker." "Technically, I was the one to kill him," Ace corrected, holding a hand up, "I tracked him down and hauled his ass to the warehouse." "Where I tortured him for the past two days," Gunnar gestured to the heart with the tip of his chin, "Ace killed him and I handled that." "Thanks," Jericho closed the cooler, "I guess. What did you get out of him?"

Ace stepped before me protectively, keeping me out of Jasper’s reach as he sauntered into the room. Jasper now had his gun removed out of his holster, steady in his tight grip. I shivered. Jasper just caught me kissing not just anybody but a criminal. The man he intended to put behind the bars. “Wow. What a pleasant surprise, Brielle. Does Elijah knows you are fucking a murderer?” Murderer. The words he had used in describing Ace even terrified me more. But, wasn't he right? Ace Reynolds was indeed a murderer. I'm sure the number of the people he had murdered was twice my age.

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Aside from that, the part where Hector had the knife on him was actually because he had stolen it from Sigmund, to which the police found the latter’s fingerprints on the knife. This meant that Hector had not been sent by someone to murder the mother and child. Instead, it was really because he had been clouded by lust. On top of that, Marjorie’s death had nothing to do with him. In his own words…“I’m a dead man anyway, so there’s no reason not to admit to the murders if it really was me, but it wasn’t!” Sigmund’s death was indeed Hector’s doing. When Sigmund had noticed that Hector was climbing into his house through the wall, he picked up the knife intending to fight him.

*Vincenzo Ace.* I sensed it. The fear of impending danger. It was an intuition on my part. I got the information that Mitchell died. Whoever pulled that fucking trigger had cleared all evidence of their horrible acts—had silenced the only mouth that could speak to expose their ferocious plans, and at the same time, had presented to me that they were around, lurking in the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

The MC had my back on this matter, and I appreciated it. I think it had something to do with all the small tiny x’s over the eyes of everyone who’s been eliminated. I know the rational side of my brain is screaming, ‘Run, girl, run,’ but my heart and illogical side of my brain believes it to be romantic. Suppose it was like a cat leaving dead things at your feet as a sign of affection? Murder seems to be Ace’s love language for me. Maybe after all this is over, I should seek a therapist. Ace and I both have some mental disorders. However, perhaps that is the reason we work. I felt selfish and terrible for involving children in this life, but I couldn’t find it in myself to regret it.

“I needed you to come to me. So I used her.” Ace didn’t look at me as he said it. He didn’t care that I was a human being; I was bait. “The name,” Ace commanded. “Who’s running this?” “Moretti,” he rasped. “Silvio Moretti. He’s at the docks. Warehouse 14.” Ace tilted his head, a ghost of a smile touching his lips. It wasn’t a kind look. “Thank you for being useful.” “You… you’re letting me go?” the killer gasped.

It's been two weeks now and Ace hasn't heard anything from the person he sent to look for Maya. Did Amber really succeed in killing Maya? Why wasn't the man bringing him any response? Has he been discovered by Damian? Was he in police custody? Ace sat on the bed motionless as the doctor dressed his wound. He was so deep in thoughts that he couldn't even feel any pain. Just then his phone screen lit up and he checked and realized it was a message from Julio, the man he sent to search for Maya. He quickly opened the message and a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he stared at the photo.