The Heart Killers Novel Novels & Stories

I glanced up at the man I'd bumped into and gasped when my eyes met his icy dark green pissed-off ones, my heart kicking up a bit faster. Belshar Nessar Abed; the rumored heartless killer billionaire with Mafia ties and every company in Hartford rivalry. His gaze slowly took in the damage my red wine had done to his white shirt before they came to land murderously on me. I gulped because it was so intense, that it stole the breathe right out of my lungs. Was he going to kill me?

Yes, that was the reason why he suddenly disappeared on Rynier’s life. Yes, Heart is a snitch. And she snitched on him because she felt jealous. Heart likes him, that is why she doesn’t want him to fall for Rynier. Spade sighed when he recalled this. “I was named Spade as I was treated like a Spade to hurt others.” He said as he sat on the side of Shane’s bed. “And you were named Heart since you had one… yes, ‘had’, since they removed your Heart from you as they did remove the ‘spade’ from me after I sinned.” He smiled bitterly at her.

She will be a wonderful asset to the Killer-Wolves organization. * * * * The organization meeting room was silent except for the newscaster on TV. -“Another lecturer was found dead. This time the police have gotten a clue as to who the killer is. Maximus Perch is Maximus Aurelius the Black Heart. A few weeks ago, Maximus' fiancee confessed to sleeping with nine men. The two deceased lecturers were among those mentioned. The Commissioner of police has vowed to capture Maximus before his next strike...”- I turned off the TV.

"Are you thinking about your mom again? Do not think about it anymore. You have me now. I am your family." I leaned against his chest and listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Each heartbeat pressed into me like a blunt knife, carving a deeper ache inside. I thought, 'He's always so kind and dependable. How could this man be one of the people who killed my mother?' When Caleb abandoned my mother to care for Olivia, Ryan seemed like a savior. He arrived with a doctor in tow, a supposed beacon of hope slicing through the shadows. Now, I understood the truth. That doctor never came to save her; he came to take her heart. This explains why my mother's funeral was so swift.

I could've sworn I saw her shoulders lift with pride as she spoke, that smug smile never leaving her face. She makes me fucking sick. “Interestingly, it is the same plight as the female lead of my newest bestseller book,” Gabi continued, “a woman with so much to give the world, but such little luck. So much so that she falls into the hands of a Killer, a dangerous Mafia man…” I watch as the Interviewer literally piques. Her brown eyes glow with desperate curiosity at the mention of the word ‘Mafia’.