Novels by B.C Black

The money wasn't disappearing into offshore accounts and this was the fun part. Rather, It was being mlved quietly, efficiently to new identities, safe houses, escape routes for Victims, people the system had failed, including top FBI agents and thus was why everything was now confusing.These were names he recognized, how come he found them here, or was some foul play going on or something?However, he knew this was the moment that could either make him or change and right there the mission shifted.Rafe stared at the open ledger. His breath hagged and forced from his lungs. The truth behind the club... that the club protects the innocent, and maybe forced by top ranking government officials to do the evil deeds they did…this whole thing was just confusing and shattered his morals, the ones he had built over the years. It only made his mission a moral impossibility, and he knew there would definitely be problems with this new discovery. He had to be sure, he had to really understand

Things hadn't been going so well in the house for some days now, Dante has been giving him cold shoulders every since, but then came the night that changed everything.Rafe was alone with the ledgers that were supposed to condemn the Devils. The main floor was already quiet. The atmosphere was heavy as usual. No drunken chaos or unnecessary noise. The room was empty, just him and the long conference table.He sat there waiting,,, “maybe this is also part of the test.”Rafe was trained for two years to infiltrate the Crimson Devils and take them down. He is the mole, the instrument of the law, and the ultimate outsider. He's highly disciplined,and mentally controlled, adhering strictly to his duty."Eliminate them all". That was the order. Two years of brutal training, rehearsed habits, and carefully constructed lies had led Rafe Santos now standing at the gates. The narrative was clean and convincing.The Devils were a violent motorcycle club laundering money for the infamous Moretti

The air in the clubhouse always smelt like sweat, and anxiety, a scent that had planted itself in Rafe Santos' head after two years of hard strategic training. He was seated alone trying to set up some things when Marcus came. The Vice President of the Devils was in his late-thirties but he looked so cold, with eyes that always assessed Rafe like he was a balance sheet or something."Hey boy?” Marcus called, slightly in a mocking tone but his voice sharp."Yes sir." Rafe replied respectfully letting his voice carry the precise, calculated arrogance required for his cover. His gaze was firm at him, fearless and controlled, just what he needed.Marcus’s lips curled softly as he stared, but a flicker of something passed through his eyes and Rafe caught it immediately."The Boss needs these ledgers verified and cross-checked with the Moretti Family’s secondary accounts," Marcus stated, shoving a stack of heavy binders onto the conference table. "And you’ll do it here and now."Doing it h

Rafe didn’t sleep, he couldn't, his mind wouldn't let him, coupled with the aches from the hot night.He lay on the heavy matress in the empty room, staring blankly into rough wall. His pulse had reduced now and at least, some sense of normalcy from the hard and rough spike it had in Dante's chamber, but the tension was still there. It was a low heat, burning him slowly and he felt it eat him from the inside out. He sat up, running a hand over his short hair and letting out a loud sigh.He reached under the mattress and pulled out the burner phone. His hands shook softly as he cross checked of the door was really locked. His heart skipped a beat softly and he finally pressed the button and waited for the feint radio sound.“Rafe,” Camila’s voice echoed from the other end. But it wasn't the usual voice that was heavy with care. It was sharp and cold and sounded like fear."You missed the check-in. What is going on?" She queried immediately."I'm in," Rafe murmured, keeping his voice l

The next day started rough with Rafe when he couldn’t sleep through out the night with Dante’s thought clouding his mind. He knew he hasn’t fully recovered his professional shell in this place and in this world, And yet he had fucked things up last night.He made a silent vow never to let that happen again.As stepped into the main floor, he immediately felt the shift. And as usual, the men ignored him which was fine. No one had tried to speak to him since he got here.Soon he found Marcus in the back office alone.“Good morning Marcus.” He greeted.He got no response.“The Boss needs these ledgers verified and cross-checked with the Moretti Family’s secondary accounts,” Marcus grunted, shoving a stack of heavy binders onto the conference table. “And you’ll do it here and now.”Marcus didn't leave his side for even a second, He settled into a chair by the wall, arms crossed over his chest, and his eyes fixed fully on Rafe.Rafe worked fast and desperately, running through the numbers

The world outside Dante’s office was a mixture of choas mixed with gyrating men moving around. Rafe followed Dante through the clubhouse, keeping a careful distance that was professional behind. Every member they passed… from the pool tables to the garage boys, straightened, to salute their boss their eyes snapping and glancing at Rafe with heightened curiosity. Being next to Dante wasn’t just a promotion, it was a visible statement of trust, and of danger.Their first stop was not a meeting, but a private garage. Inside, three men were already waiting, standing in front of a massive black truck. One of the men, a giant with a scarred brow, nodded curtly to Dante.“Good morning Boss.” “Status,” Dante said, his voice immediately shifting to the dangerous Boss persona.“Clean run, Boss. Everything’s cleared and ready. The Weights too are certified,” the scarred man reported.Rafe didn't have a briefcase, nor a notepad to take down everything, So just he watched silently, his eyes rec