Without Remorse Tom Clancy Novels & Stories

he added, lowering his head. “Peace of mind?” Charlie did not understand the meaning of this phrase. Matthew then said, “Although he has been a killer for so long and kills only bad people, the remorse after killing makes him seek some peace of mind.” Charlie nodded in understanding. It seemed that Linus Gusman wasn’t such a bad person, after all. He had simply gone down the wrong path when he followed the wrong person. At this moment, Koven looked down and asked Linus, "Can I see a picture of Selena?"

He read about how I researched cooking the best foods to nourish them back to health, only for them to complain about how disgusting it was… Ever since I rescued them, all my grievances had finally come to light. Raffaello dug his nails into his palms as if trying to punish himself. His palms started bleeding, but he insisted on finishing my diary. When he finished the last page, he finally broke down, sobbing, "I was wrong, Grace! Oh so wrong! I… I can't even do anything, it's all too late!" No matter how much he regretted it, I was gone. I could no longer come back. I could no longer pull him into my arms and gently pat his back to console him. There was never going to be another Grace in

"Lewis, you had a chance to save Zack! But you only believed Phoebe's words and delayed the critical period to rescue Zack. Because of that, he ended up being killed by those traffickers and randomly buried somewhere. His soul has never found peace." Dad let out a howl and threw himself onto the pile of bones. "Zack! Zack, I was wrong. Please come back, okay? I promise I won't scold you anymore! It's all my fault!" Dad repented over and over. I also followed after him as tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't blame Dad. He had given me life, and he was one of the most important person in the world to me. But Dad couldn't hear anything I said.

Fighting them brought nothing but body bags and headaches. And now, with Alessia finally coming back to my bed, the idea of killing her family felt... unnecessary. Petty. I looked at Remo, seeing the hotheaded kid I used to be. He wanted a coward’s way out, a bullet from a distance. A real man, a man of honor, settles his scores face-to-face. He should want to win that fight, not sneak around like a thief in the night. But I kept my mouth shut. If I told him all that he’d throw it in my face. He’d say I was choosing a woman over my own flesh and blood.

But I also can’t find the power or will to get up or roll over. I can taste the sour stench of the drinks poured into my throat by April and Hendrix. My eyes are too dehydrated to water. But then, all at once—all of that is gone. TOMS POV He’d left the room furious and confused. What was he supposed to do? He was on the cusp of wanting to surrender and give up. But he loved Chloe. He didn’t want to abandon her when she was clearly struggling. He’d left the room for only a few moments to take a breath and calm himself.

“Let me take it. My head is killing me.” He pulled his hand away from the bottle and looked at me, eyes filled with guilt. Huh, even if this part was over, the enemy we were facing wasn’t defeated yet, and anything involving emotions was always complicated. We sat down, and I poured drinks into two glasses, handing him one. “Haven’t you found him yet?” I asked, my voice clearly irritated. “That man erased his tracks. But we’re prepared, Lenka.” I let out a breath. “Jonas… that bastard. I want to deal with him with my own hands.” I downed the drink in one gulp.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ I couldn’t sleep that night. The conversation I had with Tom lingered in my head, replaying in loops like a broken record. His lack of remorse gnawed at me, not because he didn’t care—he just didn’t feel the way I did. He didn’t know my father, didn’t grow up under his shadow, didn’t watch the slow, aching unraveling of a man betrayed. Tom had the privilege of distance, the safety of time. He had years to come to terms with the fact that he fell for a married woman, that he stood by while she tore a family apart.

You couldn't even bother to bring me a bottle of water. The entire office went so quiet that I could hear a pin drop. All eyes were on us. Ashton's Adam's apple bobbed heavily twice. "I'm sorry." The words seemed to take every ounce of strength he possessed. I looked at him. Eight years, and this was the very first time I had ever heard him apologize. It was incredibly ironic. This apology wasn't born out of genuine remorse. It was sparked by a 20-million-dollar liability. "The raw data is on my personal cloud drive. I've always kept backups," I said.

"Grant Whitmore, are you serious? No wonder you're calling me right now. You sent someone to follow me, didn't you?" "You are disgusting. This is controlling behavior. You're violating my privacy." "And now you're lying about Grandpa being in danger just to trick me into coming back. When did you become this petty?" "Don't call me again. I'll deal with you when I get home tonight." The call ended. And with that, the last thread holding my heart in place snapped.

"You are! You said that I should abort it cause you won't be giving any support! So what are you doing here? Huh!? This is all your fault! You're nothing but a cruel and unrepentant individual! All you want to do is to hurt people! You're Remorseless!" "Don't say that..." He said and lowered his head. "Leave, please." "What do you want me to do? I'll do everything so that you can forgive me." "You will do everything?" "Yes." "Forgive everyone and don't bother me, EVER." "I-I..." He was hesitant from what he's about to say, so he brought up a different answer "Is that what you really want? Be honest with me, Carolina." "Yes," I said trying to stop myself from being emotional "Leave."