Baldacci Novels & Stories

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

“He’s lucky to have you.” The tension in the room was palpable, though Jeremy seemed oblivious to it. He gestured for everyone to sit, and the meal began. The first course was a delicate seafood salad, its flavors bright and refreshing, but the conversation was anything but. Bala dominated much of it, her stories vivid and engaging, her laughter filling the room. She spoke of her work as a private investigator, her adopted twins in Malibu, and her observations about the state of the Cali empire. Elena listened quietly, her sharp mind working to piece together the puzzle that was Bala Highcenter.

" I smiled at her, and Alessandro pulled out my chair for me to sit down; I took a quick glance at Alessandro's father, and he gave me a subtle wink. Shit! I ignored his wink. Alessandro sat down in the seat next to me placing his hand on top of mine for reassurance. "Cassandra, this is my mother, Bianca," He spoke, and she leaned her hand out for mine across the table. "Nice to meet you, dear," She spoke in her Italian accent. She was a beautiful woman, I don't get why her husband constantly cheated on her. "Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee, my son?" Alessandro's father spoke up, taking a sip of the whiskey he had in his glass.

As if on cue, a call from +374 came in, I quickly opened the app and picked the call. “Hello, who is this?” I said, trying to steady my voice. “Hello, miss Vittoria, Vittoria Russo, or is it Balotelli?” “It doesn't matter,” I said, calmly. “What do you want?” “So you're ready to talk with us? Good.” “Just tell me what you want?” “We need a spy, Miss Russo, and we want you to be the one.” “A spy for what?” “We want you to spy on Ricardo Lombardi. We know you hate him, he killed your father didn't he?”

How could someone be so vile—sinister, treacherous, groveling when facing death? A dog was always a dog. But a man? Not always a man. She had seen it again—what true cowardice looked like. Through her mask, a cold smile curved on Adriana’s face, barely visible. “Well, Mr. Baldwin,” she said, voice like frost, “back then, you used my father’s investment to build your empire. And when I asked you for a small favor, you tried to lay your hands on me? Tell me—how should such a deep grudge be repaid?”

If it wasn't for their personal style, I would have struggled to figure out who is who. The one with the girl has to be Alessi. The brother I haven't met yet. How do I know? He's dressed in jeans and a light blue button-down. So why the hell is he standing there with a girl in his arms and his eyes on me? I recognize the girl who has her arms thrown around his neck. Bailey Micheals. Her father is the pioneer of social media, and according to my research, the Moretti patriarch was the sole investor when he started the company.

Damon "Why is your accountant doing shady business?" I asked the one I called the bull. In reality, his name was Ricolletti. He was one of the seven barons or seven lords of the mafia city of Ofalia. He was one of the stronger ones and pulled in the most men in terms of workforce. He was the sort of man I shouldn't have as an enemy, but the man loved to antagonize me, and when I was pushed, I would push back.

I told myself to give the right impression. "You're as beautiful as Rocco told us,” One of the brothers commented, and I smiled with enthusiasm. "I'm Adib, the eldest. These are my brothers Haid and Yusuf, and this gentleman is none other than Luciano Basciano, the CEO of the Basciano conglomerate." I couldn't help but raise my eyebrows in surprise. It was impossible that Luc, the guy who came to the town with nothing, claiming to be an orphan, was the mysterious owner.

Just as he was about to reach out again and strike out Allen Old's soul, the cell phone rang again, as if Cadell Marcus had vowed not to answer the phone. Cadell Marcus was also helpless, feeling a little frustrated, connected the phone, and asked in a low voice. "Who is?" "Is it Marcus master?" The other person's voice sounded very familiar, and his attitude was also very respectful. Cadell Marcus suddenly couldn't remember who it was, by the way. "I'm Cadell Marcus, who are you?" "I'm Balric Alexander of the Brown family. A few days ago, I went to Snow Citadel University to pick up Marcus master and help my family head cure a strange illness. Marcus master is really a noble man who forgets

All of them wanted to see what Mister Ack was about to do to the cocky bastard. Haley got to her feet as she looked at the bald man. "I haven't come across someone so shameless and disrespectful in a long, long time. He's all yours." The bald man nodded, looking over at Wilbur. The bald man had a chubby face with two huge scars on it. His body was fit and muscular, and the murderous expression he wore was enough to make any regular person walk the other way at the sight of him. He chuckled, rubbing his head. "Very well. You're the guy asking for ten million dollars and even groped my lover?"