151 South Bishop Avenue Novels & Stories

“We stick to the original plan.” Several heads nodded. “Bishop wants a war.” “We don’t give him the one he’s expecting.” I walked over to the map spread across the workbench and planted both hands against the steel surface. “We’re not hitting his clubhouse.” “We’re not chasing his men through Greystone.” I looked around the room. “We hit his money.” “Bishop owns half the businesses keeping his operation alive. Garages, warehouses, gambling rooms, storage buildings, transportation routes, repair shops.”

'It must be only for higher-ups ' Eva thought. The Bishop towers is one of the biggest high raises in downtown. It's entirely made of glass and chrome. It's stylish and practical at the same time. The entire tower is used for all of the operations carried on by the Bishop corporations all over the world. It's like head office to all the branches of the corporation, which are spread across the world.

Bishop isn't in the healthiest condition right now, so she wouldn't have the energy to take care of Prestige even if you insist on giving her the shares. As he spoke, he saw no reactions from Damon. He couldn't tell what Damon was thinking from the look on his face. He quickly glanced at Celeste. "As for this corporate building, you don't have to return it to Mr. Bishop in such a hurry. Just pretend that he's lending you the building for now. When the price increases, you can sell it and return it to Mr. Bishop by then. It would still be the same." At that moment, Celeste thought that what Liam said made sense.

I asked him as I turned to stare out the window as Bishop pulls out of his lane onto the highway away from town. “North, to a town called Heavenly Hills.” Bishop tells me as he reaches over and turns on the radio filling the car with tunes from the nineties. Bishop’s fingers began to tap on the steering wheel, and then he joined in singing, “Living on the edge…” and I looked over at him and gave out a giggle as I joined in, singing too.

His mood was still buoyed by the morning's anticipation. "Madam Bishop has returned to the West Side," Vince whispered. Xavier was halfway to the kitchen, intending to check the lunch progress, when he froze. He pivoted, his gaze turning into two shards of black ice. "When? Why?" "They were only here for a short time," Vince replied, his head bowed. "The Elder Mrs. Bishop took her back about forty-five minutes ago." The atmosphere in the room plummeted into a deep freeze. Xavier’s face darkened instantly, his jaw locking. Sensing the impending storm, Vince scrambled to explain: "She was... she was unconscious when they carried her out, Master."

"I am the Duke of Essex and I will not run off with my tail between my legs. We will avoid Blankenship if possible, and if we cannot, he will be dealt with." There were nods all around the table. "Ashton, can you arrange for the ceremony to be at St. George's in Hanover Square?" That was all the rage in London now. It was a lovely church, well known for its impressive front portico supported by six tall Corinthian columns and a tower just behind the portico, near enough to the League's various residences that the trip would not prove risky. Ashton grinned. "I suppose. I do have some pull with the bishop. He owes me a favor ever since that incident last year, during Michaelmas, you know." The

She slid interior, the seats warming her foot as she held up for the car to heat. The Bishop’s domain was beautiful with advanced undercurrents, arranged on an scope of lavish arrive butting up against the neighborhood nation club. The adjacent golf course gave the impression of more grounds, making it troublesome to observe where one property finished and the Bishop’s started. She enjoyed that his house was so near to hers—well, her father’s.

Without saying another word, I yanked my legs away from Lexi and shoved her aside like she weighed nothing. "Shemika, wait—" she muttered behind me as I bolted outside the room and towards the elevator. Bishop's last words couldn't stop echoing in my head as I imagined what he was going to do to me. Whatever was waiting for me outside this penthouse...I have to face it—there is no escape route. I stepped outside the house and looming at the corner of the street was Bishop black Rolls Royce, parked just adjacent to the house. I walked closer to him and stood next to him at the front of the car where he was waiting for me.