Baldacci Novels & Stories

A sigh left his lips along with an irritated groan as he leaned forward and rubbed his temples after a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts. “Wow,” the door opened, and a woman’s voice echoed in his office, “You look like shit, boss.” Michael looked up and saw that it was his partner and one of the two best friends he was thinking about. Alba Lombardi, the adopted daughter of the Lombardi mafia’s boss. She was a powerful woman, but with her small and delicate frame, no one would ever believe that the woman was one of the most feared business women and ex-assassin in Italy.

the officer was not rude and even spoke to me politely. “No sir.” I shook my head. “What are you denying when the evidence if right before us? Camilla West, do you think that you can get away with this?” Elisa asked. Seeing the delighted light in her eyes, I did not flinch. “Officer, I am saying the truth. I don’t know what happened. But when I had just finished paying for my shopping and was leaving, someone suddenly pushed me from behind and I lost my balance and stumbled forward. Since my shopping cart is full, I could not see the front clearly so I bumped into someone. It was just an accident and I did not mean to kill anyone.” I explained simply.

envelope to give to Dalton, “Why are you cuffed? I thought you were working for Argent.” I said it more as a statement because when I saw him at the police department he acted like Argent’s body guard and now he is sitting in front of me with a busted up face and hands cuffed in front of him. He was going to answer but he dropped his gaze from mine. I kicked at the ground and got my so-called brothers attention. He looked up at me and rolled his eyes, “Look, I’m not Argent is using me. Long story short, I was adopted when I was a newborn. I grew up in Alabama and when I got into my teen years I found out I could,” he looked at his hands and rubbed them together, “do things. With my mind. I

Calista replies, offering the stack of papers to my father which he refuses, pointing towards Cateline who's still cowering in the corner. "Studying business, am I right?" Calista nods again but her eyes light up as though she knows what my father is about to say. "Cateline here has realised being an Alpha is not suited to her. Since she's one of your neighbouring packs and I remember Gia being a strong and intelligent young woman, I wondered if she would be interested in the position?" "She would bite your hand off to take it." Zac laughs and my father smiles at him.

she took his hand and returned a faint smile. “Please call me JC.” His presence, his friendly smile, and his deep warm voice gave Tessa some confidence, which was reassuring to bring down the barrier. And his accent gave him away. “Do you come from the West or the East coast, JC?” she asked. “Atlantic part, uptown New York, ma'am” “. . . the city that never sleeps. What brought you to our country at this trying time?” she asked. “It's my job, Tessa. I’m a journalist.”

For the elite guard to grace their home meant something monumental was happening—whether a blessing or a curse, she didn't know. Jake stepped forward, bowing low as the commander approached. “Is that her?” the Kingsguard asked, his sharp eyes locking onto Calista. “Yes, Sir Braavos,” Jake replied eagerly. “Her name is Calista Caitlynn. Nineteen, a maiden, and a virgin. I am certain the Alpha will find her suitable.” Sir Braavos signaled his men, and a heavy iron box filled with gold coins was handed over to Jake in exchange for his daughter.

she said through her teeth while she winced from the cold sting of the alcohol pad against her raw skin. "The ledger shows that Don Salvatore doesn't actually own the real estate or the shipping trucks in his own name anymore because his billionaire status relies entirely on a shell company controlled by Count Alberto, and this specific charity gala at the Palazzo Riveria is the exact place where they pool the international money every single year," Matteo said as he spread the wet documents across the marble kitchen island and adjusted his glasses to read the fine print under the track lights.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

“He’s the gift you mentioned?” Roland glanced at Andrius with some disdain. “Where is he from and what’s so special about him?” Sven immediately introduced, “His name is Jack Castillo. He hails from Florence. His father is Barrett Pace, who used to be a deputy minister in Florence. Barrett colluded with one of the ancient martial families in Florence, the Swallows.

Don Enzo Rossi leaned back in his leather chair, his presence heavy as stone. A single ring glimmered on his pinky as he tapped the table, the sound sharp as a metronome. His lieutenants sat on either side: Baldassare, broad-shouldered with a scar cutting across his cheek, and Niccolò, lean, sharp-eyed, his fingers perpetually drumming like he was counting invisible coins. Across from them sat Cassandra, poised, a glass of red wine untouched before her.