Artful Dodger Novels & Stories

He should get ready and start enjoying his breakfast. “Yes, Gerald, I called you because I was thinking about what we talked about last night,” Arthur Dickinson said. A little lazy, Gerald responded to his father’s old friend. He knew how Arthur Dickinson was like very well. We know this man as a straight cop, which is why this old friend can only afford to rent a middle-class apartment that doesn’t have an elevator. But he was also curious to know what Arthur’s decision would be. “Yes, just say Uncle,” Gerald replied a little lazy.

He pointed his finger at the burly man beside him and said, “Let me introduce him to you. He is the No. 1 thug in Celandine City, Birdy. He usually wouldn’t make a move. However, once he makes a move, they are either killed or injured, and all of them are major events. “Thomas, you are brave enough to challenge the Art Trading Corporation. So, I’ll have to let you know that the Art Trading Corporation is not something you should mess with. Don’t even think of going back alive today.” Thomas narrowed his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him. He smoked and said, “There used to be two men as crazy as you. One named Bernard, and another named Silvester. The results of their fight wit

the man replied indignantly. “By name, no,” Arthur stated flatly, “but I do know you are not the man who will be walking away from this block with that mulatto.” “We shall just have to see about that.” the man huffed. His face flushed with anger as he poked his walking stick toward the auctioneer. “You there! Kindly tell this young man my name,” he demanded. The auctioneer displayed rotting teeth as he sneered, looked down at Arthur as he bellowed, “This be Sir Martin Simone of Charles Town.”

I need to first confuse them so I will not be followed anymore. I dashed into the other narrow street but I bumped into a girl who's wearing a girly fashion but her hair is a boy cut. It fits her but she's kind of a badass. " What the fuck did you do?!" She furiously shouted and my ears made me deaf. " Hey! You asshole John!" The guy shouted while the other guys were with him. " Wait, I'm not John. My name is Articus. I don't know what you are telling but I don't know you guys " I'm scared while bowing down to them and they started to think if they make a mistake to follow a person and I hope so.

’ The coppers climbed back into their car as the radio in it crackled with the sounds of copper words like whisky, tango, foxtrot and alpha, and then sped off in pursuit of some other public good which needed doing in the fair streets of north London. ‘Fucking bastards,’ was all Bumford could say. Billy just looked at him disgustedly. ‘They’re lucky it was an ambush. If I had used my aikido…’ ‘Yeah, right,’ said Billy. *** ‘Oh, that’s splendid, jolly good. Won’t be bothering me again. Oh, that’s good to know.’ Baden was all conviviality on the telephone with Sidney Rouse. ‘I doubt he’ll be bothering you again. He was with some other arsehole who ended up getting a kicking on account of playi

The newcomer was the most powerful gangster in Brownsville, Drake Hughes. He was big and tall, bearing a striking resemblance to a comedy character from an old movie. As a result, he had the nickname Big Silly Hughes when he first started out. However, as he continued to rise up the ranks, no one dared to mention that insulting nickname again.

I imagined he was my reflection in another thirty years. "Your iced tea is in the living room," Silvia called as we entered the side door. "Thank you," Charli replied. She'd been talking about the house when we both stopped, silenced by his presence. Oren Demetri stood there, his smile too wide, too friendly. For a moment, I had visions of the Joker. That made sense. If I were Batman, my nemesis would be the Joker. "Hello." His voice boomed through the air.

Dove burst forth from Rei, running in the direction of his brother. Looking like a big, black, stray dog, no one paid any attention to him which made tracking a breeze! About two blocks ahead of his brother and the truck, Dove pulled himself up, allowing them to get closer. While the plan he and Artie had wasn’t dangerous, didn’t mean it wasn’t going to hurt. Good thing he healed quick. Feeling the familiar static of his and Artie’s “twinnie powers ”, was all Rei was waiting for. Artemis sped up a little, laying the bait. The driver responded by picking up his speed. Just as Artie passed the alley where Dove waited for the truck to pass.

Arthur hung up an international call, looked at me with some hesitation, and said softly, "Elena, there’s news from New York. About Lorenzo, and that woman, Sofia..." "How is he doing?" I asked calmly. Arthur chose his words carefully. "I heard he tried to go to the slums to get revenge on the woman and the child, but the Savino family broke both his legs. Now, he’s just a madman wandering the streets of Manhattan, shouting your name to passersby all day, begging you to take him home." Arthur paused, then asked, "Do you want to hear the specific details of how they were handled?" I looked down at the pebble warming in my palm, but my heart didn't feel a single ripple.

I became irreplaceable. My first official summons came after I single-handedly built a new arms-smuggling route. I used the victory as an excuse to host a celebration. I never expected him to attend. That night, he leaned against the bar with a glass of whiskey in hand and raised it toward me through the crowd. I knew it at once. This was my opening. I pursued him without restraint. I gifted him a rare antique revolver, engraved with my initials along the grip. I gave him custom cufflinks, each gemstone concealing a microtracker.