Who Killed Phone Guy Novels & Stories

With reddened eyes, she yelled, "John Xander, don't you dare lay a finger on Henry! I was trying to be polite with you, but it seems politeness doesn't work on you!" Five security guards surrounded me. "You have been gone for four years! Who knows if you ran off because you committed a crime! I didn't call the police! I only declared you dead! This is the most I can do! "You're now legally a dead man! I was just trying to be nice to you! In fact, even if you die here now, no one will know!" Turns out, all these years that I was in North Westonia on my classified mission, my wife thought that I was a fugitive on the run.

“So... they killed him when we decided to get him out of Hong Kong?” “Don't feel guilty,” Gunner said. “Like I said, they would have killed him anyway. There was nothing you or Kaiden could do to stop this.” “Do you have any good news for us?” Killian interjected, grabbing two plates from the cabinet to put our breakfast. “Well… You mentioned that someone took Yichen's phone. We found it in one of the dead guys' pockets. So maybe they didn't have a chance to tell their boss about who contacted Yichen.”

“Please don’t hurt her. She’s telling the truth.” The sound of another slap filled the air. Evelyn screamed. My body trembled in his grip. “Call her now,” he said, pressing the gun to my forehead. “Or you die. And we will still go after her even if you do.” “She doesn’t have a phone,” Evelyn cried. Right then, my phone slipped from my hand. It hit the floor. The screen lit up showing Jackson calling. The man’s eyes dropped to it. He bent down slowly and picked it up.

I’d love to, but I couldn’t survive without him by my side, just as I couldn’t if anything happened to him. Then, another beep came from my phone. I picked it up to see a message from an anonymous sender. "Sorry I lied to you about who killed your dad. I was coerced into it. Harry’s men arrived just moments after it happened. The real killer was..." "Who?" I yelled to no one. A tap on my shoulder startled me, pulling me back. "Are you alright?" Henry and Harry chorused...

I asked the voice if he was sure my brother was still alive but the voice only asked me if I was sure his diamond was also coming to him, while completely ignoring my question. After the call had ended, I had ordered for those three young looking guys whose voice had matched the voice on the phone last night, in order ro force the truth out of him and to rat out the person he had helped impersonate on the call last night. A few hours later and I got informed that they were only able to find two of those three young looking boys, and thzt the third one was found dead by his mum at the back of their house, with a deep gunshot wound. I didn’t need to be outrightly told that the person who I had

I hit the gas hard. My phone rang. It wasn't Elias. It was an unknown number. I answered. "Who is this?" "Hello, Declan." Julian Krane. "You really should check your passengers for bugs," Julian said. "Especially the pretty ones." "If you touch her," I said, "I will kill you." Julian lau ghed. "You're too late, Alpha. I'm already here." A gunshot echoed through the phone line. Then the call went dead.

“And you might be considering our deal.” I look up at him, trying to maintain a poker face, but I don’t know how long I can hold my resolve. I don’t know what to say. Anything I say might make the situation worse. “In case you still think there’s a way out of this,” he continues, “we managed to access this phone. The last call made from it was to you. So think carefully before you say anything else.” My heart stops. When Dell was shot in the fight with Morales—the fight that ended with Morales’s death—he called me to treat his gunshot wound. And he used Morales’s phone.

He pointed the gun at my father's head and put three bullets through it. The whole house became deafening quiet, and even though I was still, my heartbeat was raging inside of me. One of the men's phones rang and he answered the call. “They are all dead,” he said to the caller. He lingered on for some minutes with the phone attached to his ears as if waiting for instructions. ”Yes boss,” he said, as he ends the call. He brought out his phone and took pictures of him in his pool of blood. After which they left.

Just as I was about to say something, he ended the call. I immediately called him back, but the number was no longer active, I guess he must have gotten rid of his phone. "Damn it!" I yelled recalling what he said. "I didn't kill anyone!' I screamed. "Arrgh!!" I yelled I smashed my phone on the floor, punching the car repeatedly.

I fired. I pulled my gun out and before they realized I had a gun I already killed two men. “Fuvk!” The last man yelled, and pointed his gun at me, but I already pulled the trigger in his temple direction. “Oops…. How could they send slow fellas like you?” I shook my head nonchalantly. I picked up my phone, and called Harry. “Hello Boss” he said from the other end. “Her people came,” I informed him. “What?!”