Benny Lafitte Novels & Stories

Detective Kidman said. “Names,” a white man said sternly. “I have the right to know who shot my daughter.” The other parents mumbled their agreement. “Lawrence Mitchell, Lenny Woods, Neil Simon, and Ben Kelly,” Detective Grayson answered. “They’re middle-aged men who couldn’t find new jobs in the financial field. Ben Kelly was in ruinous debt. Lawrence Mitchell and Lenny Woods had to take jobs at restaurants. Neil Simon had lost his condo and was working as a dish washer at the men’s club he used to be a member at.”

"Let's test his bravery. I'm going to play with that old hag." *** Mr.Laurens was relaxing at his swivel chair after a meeting with a well-known mafia boss in town named Pablo, he talked to him and asked for an alliance against Vincent but the man said that he couldn't do that since Vincent is his boss too. "Damn you, Hastings. Gathering all the people and making them your men. You're a real asshole, I won't let you have your hands around my neck this time." Then the door went open, just as he was about to stand up and turn his head to see who just arrived, someone pushed him down, his face on the tiled ceramic floor. "W-Who the hell--

I can't keep putting all my baggage on Luisa. I would die if I don't start my chemotherapy sessions in a few months, I can't tell anyone of my illness, I don't need any more sympathy. The fact alone that the cause of my first pain and heartbreak is who I have to lean on, hurts me badly, it feels like I'm betraying 15 year old me but I'm sure she'll understand, our lives are at stake here, pride won't save us, I learnt that the hard way. "You are living with Luca? As in Luca Maverick, the Billionaire Luca and the one from high school?"

Alpha Wyatt never came back to the Packhouse while I was there, so I never even got to talk to him about anything—which didn’t help me get any sleep. I had just got to the diner and clocked in; Helping Amelia get the place ready to open, starting up some pots of coffee and making sure the dining area was clean and tidy. I make sure to unlock the doors and light up our open sign in the window. As I got behind the counter to put on my apron, my heart sinks to my stomach. Alpha Wyatt comes walking into the diner, ignoring him until I stopped in my tracks, his overpowering cologne flooding my nose. His smell took hold over me before I could even stop myself from turning around.

she said. I let out a gentle laugh and then gave Fannie a bear hug. Only Fannie is a friend of mine. She is the only person who can assist me with anything and everything. She was there to clean up the mess I made whenever I was having problems, and she never left my side. She was very important to me. **** "I was under the impression that you traveled overseas, Miss Hattie. Is concealing that a part of your game plan?" I was questioned by the young female reporter.

“Young Master.” Leonardo gave a brief nod. The heavy gates rolled open and we drove inside. The SUV stopped and several armed guards greeted Leonardo respectfully before stepping aside. Leonardo got out first before helping me down. “Come.” The building itself wasn't impressive. It looked almost abandoned with dust-covered windows. Nothing about it hinted that one of the Blackwood family's greatest secrets was hidden beneath it. “It doesn't look like somewhere people would hide a fortune,” I murmured. “That was the idea,” Damien smiled. “The safest places are usually the least suspicious.”

Anna** The man was one of the youngest billionaires in New York. He was cool, gentle, and responsible. I knew him very well; his name was Johnson Harrison. I had heard a lot about him, and I was surprised to learn that Claire could be having an affair with him. I heard that he doesn’t tolerate nonsense from ladies; he is a man of discipline and great diligence. I adjusted myself in my chair, still in shock, and decided to ask Claire some questions. “How do you manage to date someone like him? I’ve heard he doesn’t give ladies the time of day at all,” I bombarded her with questions, raising my eyebrows.

I'm thinking the last one was pretty spot on. " I mean- He's just Killian Russel.. a ruthless billionaire who does whatever he wants " He nodded his head. " Interesting.... " He said and I stood up. Walking away from him I silently went into a room which was just Madam A and Delilah. Madam A didn't notice me a since she was turned and Delilah didn't either. She banged her stick. " Again " Delilah prepped herself before she turned swinging her back leg up but failing to hold it.

“Who is that?” Ray’s expression darkened. “A problem.” Lucas sighed. “His name is Adrien Moreau. Billionaire. Arms dealer. Money launderer. If Benita’s working with him, she’s not just looking for revenge—she’s planning something bigger.” I felt a chill creep up my spine. Ray clenched his fists. “Then we shut them both down.” ... Ray Maverick The flight landed in Paris at dawn. The moment we stepped off the plane, a black SUV was waiting for us—Lucas’s contact had arranged transportation.

The scent of freshly cooked breakfast filled the air as I approached the dining area. And that was when I suddenly became very aware of what I was wearing. The leggings were tight. The crop top exposed my flat stomach, and my cleavage was far more visible than I realized earlier. And I wasn't wearing a bra. Or underwear. I stopped walking, but it was too late. Damian had already seen me. He sat at the breakfast table, dressed in a perfectly fitted black t-shirt. Exposing his broad chest and neck tattoo. His eyes slowly scanned me from head to toe. Then back up again.