This Man Must Die Novels & Stories

Jacob crouched and reached down for the man's tactical army knife and holster which he wraps around his waist. “They…they're going to kill you. This might not be your time…but they will get you eventually,” the man said to Jacob. When Jacob noticed the leaves rustling and moving, he went his way and ran, disappearing immediately. Ryan and Roy appeared and watched the dying man in disappointment. “I…I was tricked,” the man whimpered. “Because you're stupid,” Ryan said right before he shot the man. “Useless idiot.” “He killed three of them. What are we going to do now?” Roy was curious. “Send the eagle eye to help us. The boss will understand us.” A mysterious smile contorted on Ryan's lips.

Brandon had not expected me to catch him. Off-balance, he stumbled back even further than I had, his foot slipping dangerously close to the cliff's edge. Clutching my hand, tears streamed down his face as he pleaded, "Darling, don't let go! I beg you, I don't want to die!" I could not help but laugh at his pitiful state. "Fess up. Were you trying to kill me?" Brandon would not confess, shaking his head frantically. "No, my love! You have my word, I had no intention of killing you. It was all a joke!"

"She called for help, and not only did I hang up on her, but I also mocked her for pulling petty tricks like this." He was shaking violently. "I killed her, Chris. I was the one who sealed her fate with my own two hands." Throat tight with grief, Chris could only hold him closer. After all, any words seemed pale and powerless in the face of such truth and despair. After what felt like an eternity, Connor gradually stopped trembling. He pushed Chris away and staggered to his feet. His face wore an eerie, almost unnatural calm. He took off the uniform jacket that symbolized his role as a patrol officer and draped it gently and carefully over my mutilated body.

“Take his body to the meat market when you’re done. Make sure no one ever finds him.” “Nooooooo,” Vinnie screams. “Yah can’t do this.” "Yes, I can." I turn to the man as I start to roll down my cuffs. “Shut up,” I snap. “Be a man and die with some dignity.”

He didn’t ask permission. He assessed. I understand something now with cold clarity. Matteo De Luca isn’t dangerous because he kills. He’s dangerous because he gives people the illusion of choice - and waits to see who damns themselves willingly.

This man, the leader of a powerful cartel, holds our lives in his hands, and he seems to relish the power he wields. As he turns back to us, his expression hardens. “Only one of you has to die,” he says, his tone matter-of-fact. “I’ll let you choose which one.” I feel as though the floor has dropped out from beneath me, my breath catching in my throat. He wants us to choose… to decide which one of us will die to satisfy his sick, twisted sense of revenge.

The man scoffed "I'm sorry, Dave. The young master would have my head chopped off if he sees you alive. His last instructions: "kill on sight, if the briefcase is not seen" I'm sorry dude, But you have to go join your colleagues, cause I ain't ready to join them." He said with no tone of sympathy. " What can I say?" The man mumbled and shot Dave to death. Dave's hands fell to the ground and his face to the skies. The man moved out angrily and sped off crazily in his car. "Damn it" he muttered NEXT MORNING:

“I swear to you, I didn’t know they were still operational. They bypassed the usual channels. There was no way for me to know.” Mancini stared at him silently for several long seconds. Then nodded slowly. “I see.” The man visibly relaxed slightly. Big mistake. “In other words,” Mancini said calmly, “you’re useless to me.” The insider’s eyes widened instantly. “Wai…” The sound exploded through the room violently before he could even get the words out of his mouth, as blood splattered across the floor. The man dropped instantly, dead before he even hit the ground. Andressa didn’t move or react. Neither did most of the men in the room.

I shook my head in disagreement and he laughed again. "Can you imagine? People like them don't do anything in this world. They're living, but they're just trash and don't add anything. Some of them need to die." Thaddeus said. "Are you trying to say that the tattooed man is going to die?" my eyes widened. "Yes, because I'm glad he's going to die. That's what he gets for not treating you with respect." I exhaled deeply, “Thad! I’m not letting you kill anyone here, alright? Please don’t do that again if it’s not necessary….”

His staff had turned off the projector. "I betrayed my boss and this is my punishment. You have five more minutes to get out of this building," said the man. A policeman ran towards him. He was about to remove the rope from her body but he stopped him. "This is my destiny. Don't misunderstand me. With so many people whose lives have been ruined because of me, it's only right that I die here now." "What is that man talking about! Search this room! I can't believe Ythan isn't here! Find some secret doors or passageways! He's just deceiving us!" shouted a policeman.