30 For 30 Catching Hell Novels & Stories

"Hell no, I'm never going to pay that much!" Melanie jumped in quickly. "Don, come on," she negotiated. "This is a simple job, one target, minimal complications. Ten million is excessive." Don Zaza shrugged. "That's my price for a clean job with zero traces," he stated. "You want amateur hour, go find someone cheaper. You want professional work that guarantees you'll never see the inside of a prison cell, you pay premium rates." Melanie turned to me. "Standard arrangement is five million deposit before the job gets done," she explained. "Then five million after completion when you confirm the target is eliminated. That's the only way they operate, Chloe. Take it or leave it."

We are in the third row in the auction hall. “Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the auction,” even with the mask on I can tell it is Jaden. He steps down the podium, and a lady dressed in blue takes over. Her voice is charming as it echoes in every corner of the hall. She begins the auction, and everyone goes silent. All the pieces are exquisite but, I have my eyes set on a specific one. The auction is competitive, and brutal. “This is going for fifty thousand dollars,” she says, pointing at the art that had stolen my attention.

Vanessa replied almost instantly, as if she had finally completed some routine obligation. "Have you eaten? Food at rest stops gets cold. Don't eat anything random." I was about to type when Caleb updated his video again. He posted a photo of coffee from a rest stop. The caption read: "Warm. It feels good when you're here." Beside the rim of the cup, I could see the Patek Philippe watch Vanessa always wore. Something clogged my chest, nausea churning hard. I shut off my phone and kept driving. Halfway there, my mother's attending doctor called.

An hour later, her Maybach pulled up outside a villa in Southbridge. Claire stepped inside with a dark expression. I opened the listening software I had installed earlier that evening while she was showering, slipped on my earbuds, and immediately heard arguing. "Didn't I tell you? Unless I contact you first, don't ever contact me." I'd never heard such darkness in Claire's voice before. The man sounded hysterical. "Why? I know you're getting married to him today! He's your man. Am I not your man, too?"

​The silence that followed was so thick I could hear the clock ticking again, and Arthur’s face went from relief to pure shock, his mouth hanging open slightly before he let out a harsh, dry laugh that didn't reach his eyes. ​"Three billion? You've got to be kidding me, Evelyn, I knew you liked the lifestyle but I didn't think you were this greedy, or maybe you really were just a gold digger this entire time like Rebecca always said," he spat, his voice dripping with sudden contempt. ​"You said I could name my price, Arthur, and that is the price for three years of my life that I can never get back, so either you pay it or we can spend the next year fighting this in court and making sure you

“Oh my God! I can't believe this!” Holding up two plates of mac and cheese, Kate looked funny as she pointed excitedly at the TV screen where live news was displaying a bold and clear headline. ETHAN HAWKINS: THE NATION’S HUSBAND RETURNS! Zia scrunched up her nose at the weird report and stood up to save her meal from Kate, digging into it hungrily. “Ethan Hawkins? What’s the big deal about him?” Zia asked curiously as she ate. Her gaze returned to the TV screen showing a reporter giving a briefing as they ran towards the entrance of a big building.

Detroit said to Emma is a voice that screamed wickedness. "You are unbelievable, I can find other means to raise money for to treat my brother, but as for your idea of me marrying someone for money, it's a big NO!" Emma said this as she began to rack her head thinking of ways to raise money quickly to treat her brother who was lying helpless on the hospital bed. A brain surgery was meant to be carried out on him but they couldn't proceed because of financial issues. "Are you done thinking" Mrs. Detroit said mockingly to Emma. "Have you thought of ways to raise money to treat your helpless brother? Or do you want him to die here knowing fully well that you could have done something to save hi

He took it and put it in his pocket, “This is the last time Alek, I'm not risking my licence anymore because we have a history” I nodded and got up, “Petra!” I called running after her. I looked around the hallway but she wasn't there. Where had she gone? I heard clatter from a room behind me and I assumed she was the one, probably crying herself into a coma. Poor girl. I wish I didn't have to hurt you, but I must. I walked over to the door, I heard voices, I was about to step back when I heard… “The CEO of Harrington Corp offered you a deal and you didn't take it?” a man bellowed, from his Estonian accent, you can tell he had a lot to drink.

I let out a chuckle as I remember the looks on everyone’s faces; I swear if I ever needed someone murdered these would be the guys who would do it for me. “Yeah, I know what you mean. How do you wish someone luck for testifying at a trial for attempted murder?” Michelle laughs, but the sound is hollow and forced. Quickly, she changes the subject as she flicks on the next movie on our list. “Time to get your a capella on,” Michelle murmurs making a dive for the popcorn I am holding in my hands. “I so love Pitch Perfect,” I sigh, losing myself in the film as the first scene opens.

His voice thunders. "What happened tonight? The club sustained significant damage. Three guests were injured. Three! Don Rossi will have your head. "You're fired."