The Murder Inc Story Novels & Stories

He was right. After the presentation, Elias invited people to share their stories. The woman beside me went first, voice breaking as she described her daughter's murder three years ago. How the police had ruled it a mugging gone wrong despite the girl being found with her throat torn out in a locked apartment building with no forced entry. "They said it was a dog," she said, tears streaming down her face. "A dog. In a sixth-floor apartment. They thought I was stupid enough to believe that." More stories followed. A man whose brother had been drained of blood and dumped in an alley. A teenager whose girlfriend vanished after accidentally witnessing a pack member shift. A woman whose husband c

"Officers, look! These belong to our security office. He destroyed them all! And he even blatantly tried to run me over with his car yesterday. If I hadn't reacted quickly, I'd probably be lying in a hospital right now! "He needs to pay compensation for the clamps and for my emotional distress!" The officers looked at me sternly. "What do you have to say for yourself? Did you destroy these clamps?" I nodded. "Yes. I cut them with a power saw." Then, I quickly added, "But I didn't deliberately try to run him over. He was the one who stood in front of my car and asked me to do it. How is that my fault?" Jake's face flushed red with anger. "That's bullshit! You clearly were trying to kill me!"

It was meant to be a symbol of undying love. Connor couldn't breathe. He ran forward to tear off the white cloth covering the corpse, but the police officer stopped him. "Don't look, Mr. Shaw! You'll get nightmares." Connor felt his heart clench in pain. The world began to spin, and he fell over. … When Connor woke up, he found himself in the hospital. An aching pain washed over him. The image of the sacred beaded bracelet found on the corpse's hand continued to haunt him. It felt like a stab in the chest. Just the memory of it gave him much agony.

' Jayson patted my shoulder once, one hand of his comfortably pocketed in his black slacks. 'Monica is still missing, taken under my leadership. Addanc comes in as he pleases, threatening my pack members as if I'm not the Alpha here. Mimi was murdered in my very own jurisdiction and yet I can't trace the killer. How the fuck are these occurrences not my fault? '

“You don’t understand.” “Then help me understand,” he demanded, voice strained and low. “Why are you so scared of that bastard, Millie? What’s he got over you?” Her chest heaved as she fought to contain herself, but the desperation in his gaze finally broke through her walls. With a choked sob, she blurted out, “Because I’m a murderer! I killed a man, and Francis has a video recording of it!” *** AUTHOR'S NOTE Thank you so much for reading. Just wanted to inform you guys that this book will probably be coming to an end soon, and I'm already tearing up. I'm so thankful to everyone who has supported me up to this point. Thank you!

That man was none other than Q. But what really made my blood run cold was the fact that I had been targeted years in advance, all in preparation for the murder of a woman later on. The problem was, I didn't know Q at all. "What's in the diary?" Amber asked, her eyes fixed on my pale face. "Nothing much. Someone named Q came up, but I'm not sure if it's the same man who coerced Isla." "Could he have coerced Kaylee as well?" I shook my head. "No. He's spent years manipulating her into becoming a murderer."

"Who are the family members of the patient? We received a report from the hospital and need to look into the situation." Sophie immediately lunged at them. "Officers! It's her! My daughter-in-law! She went over to give my mother-in-law medicine yesterday! She murdered her!" The officers turned their gazes to me. "Miss, did you deliver medicine to the deceased yesterday?" "I did, but—" "Where is the pill bottle now?" Leon finally spoke up, his voice chillingly calm. "Officers, the bottle should still be on the coffee table at my grandma's place. It's bound to have my wife's fingerprints on it, since she's the one who was taking care of it."

“You really believe in that man, don’t you? That’s adorable. But let me break it to you...right now the cops and the feds are combing through town looking for him. Do you know why?” I shook my head slowly, my chest tightening. “Why?” Murphy’s smile stretched wider. “Because apparently your precious Myles murdered the mayor and his wife.” My heart dropped. “That’s a lie!” I shouted. “Myles would never do that. Never!” Murphy shrugged, pretending to look innocent.

I wanted truth, not comfort. The Goddess answered. I woke again, aware, and holding the weight of what I had seen. My second life was not a blessing. It was a reset, a chance to walk the same path with open eyes. The world thought I returned as the quiet girl they expected me to be. They didn’t know I remembered every conversation they tried to hide. They didn’t know I carried the knowledge of my own murder. And this time, I wasn’t going to die quietly. This time, the one who poisoned me would face me while I still breathed.

The hotel room in Milan was perfect. I sat by the window, the city lights blurred by a steady, relentless drizzle. My laptop was open, glowing with spreadsheets of shipments and laundered accounts, but my mind was three hundred miles south. There was a sharp, rhythmic knock at the door. I didn't ask that was; I reached for the Beretta on the nightstand. "It’s Luca," a muffled voice said through the wood. I lowered the weapon but didn't put it away.