Who Killed Muichiro Novels & Stories

What is Lorenzo up to this time? He moved around the hallway, pacing slowly. “Yes… I know she’s still in the house,” he continued. “I’ll finish her off now, boss.” I covered my mouth with my hands, finish who? I froze completely, barely breathing. “Yes,” Luci said again. “i won’t let anyone trace her death, it will look like an accident.”

His eyes followed it until it stopped at the feet of one of his men, standing a few paces away, his shoulders tense. In the dim light, Juan noticed his clenched fists, and the unmistakable sheen of fresh blood on his fingertips. The one who killed Ichiro did not say a word. Instead, he locked eyes with Juan for a brief moment, his expression calm but filled with something far deeper—a quiet resolve. Then, he turned, walking back into the night, leaving the others to speculate. No one needed to ask who had done it.

Hearing Mario speak, I was emotional and got to see how determined and strong-willed he was but, " You speak as though he is dead?" My eyes opened and I noticed the flinch in his eyes. " It's okay to tell me "I placed my hand on his shoulder and he nodded, a noticeable gulp went down his throat. "My father and sir Danny had returned to Italy to tie up loose ends that trace back to you but they were ambushed by the Eastern gang who have been assigned to terminate the last Di Marco Heir. My father knowing he would be captured and tortured to give your location... "Mario paused and I could see tears forming in his eyes," He took his own life to honor the survival of the last heir. Sir Danny pro

It was my Kuya Jac’s turn to speak. “I solicited the murder! I only ordered his father but his wife became so stubborn so Jandro had no choice–” “Jandro. . . ” “The murderer. You killed him? ” I preceded Kuya Jac in asking questions. I turned sharply to dad who was also almost uneasy in his place. There was a sudden silence in that room. My chest was pounding so hard that it seemed to come out of its place. “You killed him, right? He’s the only one who knows what happened, that’s why you killed him, too–”

"That woman you hated… the one you beat… she was my mother." Lilian staggered backward, her heel catching on the rug. She crashed to the floor with a yelp. "I-I didn't know! I swear, I didn't know!" I looked at Anthony, keeping my tone even. "If you order your men to stop the ones carrying the stretcher, maybe it's not too late." But before he could respond, a guard burst through the door, chest heaving. "Don Falcone! We followed your orders. The body was incinerated." He straightened with a hint of pride. "I waited until nothing but ash remained before coming back to report."

Ryu interrupted Kenji, asking Murakami. "I’m the only one left," Murakami replied. "The only one? Were there others?" Kenji asked, already envisioning how many people he would need to eliminate. "There were some, but the others are dead. Cleared out," Murakami said, his body trembling even more. He knew what Kenji was thinking. "Oh, the dead ones." Kenji instantly knew who Murakami was referring to—those killed by Matsuda, the same person who had almost killed him too.

Hotter, and all she had to do was give back the same energy I put into fucking her. I twist my body to look at Bianco, schooling my face to not reveal a thing. "Why are you here?" I ask squarely. "Inspector Mario is dead," he blurts out his eyes dark and glooming. That was the man who tortured my wife. I hadn't even gotten the chance to put my hands in him, why would he die now. "What happened?" Russell asks as a Manila file was placed on the table my Bianco. Pictures came crashing on the table and as I grab one, I feel bile rise to my throat.

Interlude The search was short-lived. By the time the guards fanned out behind the renovated warehouse, torches slicing through the dusk, Diego was already lying there. His face turned toward the cracked concrete, a dark pool of tacky blood seeping out beneath him. He had killed himself by slitting his throat. The flicker of light from the watchtower revealed the dagger still clutched in his hand. It was the same type of blade seen at Malik's death site. “Over here!” one of the guards barked, his boots crunching on gravel. “We’ve got a body!”

These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloomily, casting an eye on the mountains. The sub-inspector gave a stiff nod and carefully studied the inspector who seemed to be lost in contemplation. ‘From what I have seen, murders are of two types,’ said the inspector, the tips of his fingers coming together. ‘First are the unplanned ones, committed by people who were suffocated in some way by the acts of the would-be victims. When they see an opportunity, their fear is eclipsed by the pain they have suffered and they strike.’

"This is Mahiriko Quihiro, the youngest son of the CEO of Hirocorp. His family are one of the most famous businesses workers and leaders. Their family is highly respected and highly educated. And guess what they did?" "What?" "This Mahiriko boy slaughtered his parents on their sleep. Slitting their throat with a kitchen knife. His brother Yukihiro was the most tortured one and I don't want to talk about it, you don't want to puke your breakfast. His eldest brother Kazuhiro was the only survivor, because he lives at Switzerland. A maid from the mansion was the witness on how he escaped quietly away from the crime scene and he's not alone." "This Nick Auburn helped him." Kaiser finished his se