A Confederacy Of Dunces Novels & Stories

The men behind him spread out in pairs, checking corners and shadows. Vincenzo was not in sight, but his men were. They formed a loose circle near the warehouse door, their shoulders tense, their eyes narrowed. They were armed but hesitant. Even rats knew fear. Dante raised a hand, stopping his own men from pulling out their guns. He wanted this simple. No scenes. No noise. No mess that Iris would hear about even though the messes will make her useful, based on the signed contract. He walked forward alone, meeting one of Vincenzo’s men. “Where is your boss?” Dante asked.

The unmistakable sounds of lovemaking filled the air. Don froze, his face going pale as he turned toward Fiona in disbelief. The guy clapped his hands. "If you all wanna see the uncensored video, scan the code and join the group chat! It's free!" One of his goons held up a big piece of paper with a giant QR code printed on it. The crowd rushed over immediately. Within minutes, a bunch of young guys were squatting on the ground, grinning as they watched the video on their phones. The moans and gasps echoed through the crowd, making Fiona's face flush a deep red.

It seemed my heart's wounds were finally starting to heal. On the day I was discharged, Luna was supposed to pick me up. However, the Family's affairs kept her tied up. I reassured her briefly and returned to the estate alone. It was my last day of work, and I went through the proper procedures to finalize my resignation. As I hoisted my suitcase to leave, I ran straight into Sofia at the estate gates. She was carrying a cup of coffee and deliberately bumped into me, spilling it over my clothes. "Can't you watch where you're going? You've ruined my dress! How many times do you have to do this? Are you doing it on purpose?"

“I know you’re curious, anyone would be. You absolutely want to know who the person you’re eating from is. But you have to trust me that he is completely safe to be around and would do no harm. If he wanted to tell you, he would have already and it’s not my business to interpret and do so myself so don’t expect me to say anything. I will take all of my friends’ secrets to grave if they want it to stay that way.” They both grew silent as they stared into each other’s eyes. He held so many feelings in his eyes. He reminded her of a book she read called No Matter What. The main character was called Tim. Tim held the secrets of all of his friends, yet no one knew about any. He would go as far as

he said, his voice devoid of any warmth. Micha, his secretary, entered making her movements carefully calculated. She was a striking woman, with long, dark hair and a figure that she often accentuated with form-fitting clothes. She placed the coffee mug on his desk, deliberately bending low, giving him a clear view of her cleavage. She stirred the coffee slowly, taking her time, her eyes fixed on his.

"We are never a thing!" They continued to guess until Morris came and sat next to me again. "Even the smartest person can't answer that, so don't bother wasting your braincells," Morris remarked while laughing. "Why? For sure there is someone somehow!" Vivian disagreed. "Yeah right!" Tasha agreed drunkenly. Morris turned to us and grinned, "Maybe there is, but he hasn't arrived yet," he replied. I just rolled my eyes and took another shot again. At around one in the morning, Tasha's blockmates returned to our couch. So we decided to dance as a group. Morris didn't want to at first, but I eventually made him join us.

Kahit pa parang weird, hindi niya mapigilang sumang-ayon sa lalaki kaya hindi na siya nakaimik pa. Tinapik ni Lucas ang balikat niya. "The 'con' from 'con man' means confidence. Sa trabahong 'to, iyon ang puhunan natin. Fake it 'til you make it, ika nga. Lying is the name of the game, and confidence is power." Napangisi si Christelle sa paalala ng lalaki. "Naiintindihan ko. It really makes sense right now..."

I asked "Do you really have to ask questions all the time?" he asked me. "Yes I do" I answered. "Fine, he doesn't like talking about this so don't ask him, okay?" "Okay" I answered. He ruffled my hair and I batted his hands away. He chuckled and walked away. The next day…… DANTE I looked around the room, everywhere was tense. Ten trailers worth of drugs belonging to the mafia alliance had been hijacked. All our men had been killed. Only one had survived and came home.

Warning: This story centers on a priest. If you’re uncomfortable with this subject, please skip it. “In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen. Please confess your sins” The man’s voice came from the other side of the confessional, low, deep, laced with a thick Italian accent. The kind of voice that instantly makes you picture a tall, dangerous mafia man. The kind that could make any woman feel something sinful stir deep inside her.