Blue Bloods Hard Bargain Novels & Stories

Hearing Blue's instant okay, Aaron made a surprised face. Aaron was expecting that Blue would refuse his demand as Blue was very scared of his father. Blue's father was not only the trustee of Sanford university but was also one of the richest billionaires in the US. "Wooo I wasn't expecting a positive reply from you..." Blue ignored his words and grabbed his palm, "Bro, trust me she is something, the moment she bumped into me and my eyes met with her innocent-looking eyes, I was numb, she honestly messed with my mind..." Suddenly their chat got interrupted by a loud clapping sound,

I clasped my palm in front of me but said nothing. "More for me then." He put the stick to his mouth, his light flickering for a second as he lit it. I watched him take a drag, raise his chin up, and puff the smoke out of his mouth. "Your brother has been running dirty money through businesses with my backing. He promised returns. Big ones. Except Caleb is not the type to finish what he starts, is he?" I kept my expression blank. "And you are telling me this why?" "Because he owes me. And if he cannot pay, someone else has to." Shaw’s eyes locked onto mine. "You."

"The people you owed money to—they won't be coming back. Henri made sure of that." ​Tom pulled his hands away, his eyes narrowing with a sudden, painful realization. "Henri? As in Henri Gagnon? The guy from the news? Lizzie, people like him don't just do favors for anyone. What did you give him?" ​The question hung in the air, sharp and accusatory. Elizabeth looked at her brother, knowing she couldn't tell him the full truth. She couldn't tell him that she had sold her reputation, agreeing to play the part of a billionaire’s disposable fling just to ruin a woman named Marie and secure a corporate empire. If Tom knew he was the collateral that had forced her hand, it would break him.

“There is a rot in his spirit. He creeps through the shadows. How can a nameless stray be trusted with the Montgomery heir? And what is this Blue Ray, truly?” The father and grandson exchanged a dark, secretive look. “Blue Ray is the shadow-corps that funds our expansion,” Harrison explained coldly. “As for White, cease your whining. He is a professional of the highest order. We would not permit him within biting distance of the heir if he were not.” Avery played the part of the unconvinced captive. “I despise him. I want him cast out.”

The key players of Lefteria Group stripped her of power, so she had no access to funds. “If you find the price expensive, you’re welcome to leave, Ms. Scarlet. I won’t charge you for the drinks. We are all friends. There’s no telling if we will have business deals in the future.” While talking, Shane showed them the door. The man may seem friendly and approachable, but he was a seasoned professional who knew what he was doing. “100 million dollars, it is, Mr. Blanc,” Darcy got up and said. She believed 100 million dollars was worth confirming whether Kaze was framed.

"Absolutely not!" Huub protested as he caught on. "What if you renege on our deal after we give you our treasure and refuse to free your hostage? We'd just be taken for suckers!" "My fight is not with you. I only want the Bloodcrane Spiritbloom!"

I smiled at him when he was taking his seat. “No, I don’t mind. It was nice that this will be the first time that I will ever have tea time,” I said as I was smiling at him. Tim smiled and I blushed because he was being attractive right now. “So, why don’t we get to know each other then?” I asked before Tim was sipping on the espresso before he put the cup down. “Okay, fire away,” “Do you have any girlfriend?” I asked him as I was using my power to make him tell me the truth. I have the power of persuasion, thanks to me being Blue Blood.

She had no weapon but her hands, and the knowledge that Dante was now, impossibly, the only weapon she needed. The upstairs was a single, cluttered office. Through the cracked door, she saw Pete a gaunt man in a stained tracksuit pacing before a heavyset man in a leather jacket. The bookie. Not the killer. A collector. “The girl’s dead, Pete,” the collector growled. “Your debt isn’t. You said you had information to sell. So sell it.” “I need a guarantee! Protection!” “You get cash. That’s the guarantee.” Dante stepped into the doorway. “He’ll take a different deal.”