Benny Lafitte Novels & Stories

We were all staring at the wall with the wine bottles on each cube, and nobody wanted to disturb the silence. "While you guys are having a good time, I was busy keeping things together here. Is this world so selfish?” Lyall clutched a bottle of whiskey and muttered. The bar is closed because we reserved it for these kinds of hours, so he is acting as the bartender for the three of us. Hearing Lyall's grievances, Ryker scoffed. He inhaled and exhaled while shaking his head. "You would really rather be at your place right now than here," Ryker remarked.

"Hmm, what's the condition?" I ask. He crosses his legs and with one of his arms resting on the arm of the couch, looks like he holds the whole of America in his hands. "How about you sit first?" he says, gesturing to the couch opposite him. "I'm fine standing sir." "Two conditions actually. The first being that you address me as Damien not Mr. Black and definitely not 'sir'" he says. I glance at Lucien and he gives me a sideways tilt of the head which I take as my invitation to sit and take my seat.

“For now.” “Keep driving,” I say. My voice is harder than I intend it to be. I can’t afford to sound afraid. Not when they’re watching me. We find ourselves in a deserted basement parking lot under some old office house. The air is smelling of oil and rain. Leo kills the engine. There is a heavy silence between us. Carina’s the first to speak. “Dante… who are these people?” I stalling, my hands gripping the steering wheel. I have long been evading this fact. “They’re not police. They’re hired guns. And the man that sent them... his name Lorenzo DeVane.

We found Benny in his usual spot at the docks, perched on a stack of crates with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a flask in his hand. His wiry frame was silhouetted against the setting sun, his face shadowed beneath his ratty old ball cap. He looked up as we approached and killed our bikes, his eyes narrowing slightly before recognition kicked in. “Talon Nash,” he drawled, “to what does this old man owe the pleasure?” I dismounted my bike and walked over to him, Dex and Norris flanking me like shadows. “Benny,” I said, nodding. “We need to talk.”

He coaxed, a sickening grin spreading unto his features. Having concluded he'd seen enough, he placed his drink back on the counter and made his way over to them. "Hey" he started, the man's features hardening as he looked up at the newcomer, grip on Jessie's arms tightening. "Tesoro(treasure)" he added in a rich Italian accent, eyes flickering between both confused faces before he turned to the guy. "I see you've found my Tesoro," he turned back to look at her, "sorry I lost you for a second amore."

"Okay, but I'm still voting for 'Zephyr'." As they continued to brainstorm names, Adelaide couldn't help but laugh at Mino's suggestions. He was always coming up with crazy, unique names, and Adelaide loved him for it. Finally, after hours of discussion, they decided on a name. They would name their baby boy "Atticus," after the character from Adelaide's favorite book. As they sat on the couch, holding hands and smiling at each other, Adelaide knew that they were going to be amazing parents. They were going to love their baby with all their hearts, and they were going to do everything in their power to give them the best life possible.

“Why do you hate him so much?” “He’s a liar and a cheat and he hides behind a façade of a nice boy image when in reality he leaves a trail of heartbreak everywhere he goes. His father’s attempt to keep him disassociated from the Laskaris and Masalis families might have worked for the press and government officials but those who are important know he is so far involved in criminal activities on their behest.” “How would his working with either of those men be any less of a façade than what you do? Kidnapping innocent women from gyms isn’t exactly an endearing job.”

Clara's eyes widened as she saw the name Don Rio in one of the account statements. She knew that name all too well. Don Rio was the boss of a notorious mafia clan, known for their ruthless tactics and violent ways. Clara couldn't believe that Antonio had any dealings with someone like Don Rio. She knew that Alexandro was a shrewd businessman, but she had always believed that he operated within the bounds of the law. She felt a sense of unease wash over her. If Antonio had been involved with Don Rio, what else was hidden in the documents? And what kind of danger could it put her and the companies in?

Money has a way of purchasing ownership of any space. Richard Brennan was worth every penny of his exorbitant retainer. He wore a suit that probably cost more than most people's monthly mortgage payments, and he had this way of looking at cops like they were janitors who had forgotten to mop the floor. His confidence wasn't arrogance—it was the certainty of a man who had never lost a case that mattered. "Officers," he said smoothly, his voice carrying just enough authority to make them straighten slightly. "I hope you're not questioning my client without representation present."

"Oh you know, same old, same old. You know the case I told you about? The man who was falsely accused of killing 12 people?" I take a sip of my water, "Yeah?" "Well we won! We proved him innocent." Daniel says with a smile. "See I told you would! I knew you could do it!" I smile and place a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you baby!" He smiles. "So are you still worried about Mr. big bad boss? What did you say his name was?" He asks. "Karter Allan" I say. "Yeah him. I've actually read about him" Daniel says with food stuffed in his mouth.