Bullseye David Baldacci Novels & Stories

Sylvia shifted her gaze from left to right wondering why David, in all his sexiness was standing right outside her door, clothed in grey pajamas, staring at her intensely like a meal he couldn’t wait to devour. If he was back for another intense adventure then he had better be prepared to be slapped by a rejection. As far as she was concerned, she was in the mansion to solve the mystery behind her father’s murder not become David’s mistress. She raised a brow and was about to mumble a word when June slipped out from behind. Dressed in an emerald night robe that barely made it to her knee, June Castello had been standing behind David.

“I was told to tail you by the bald guy!” “Eh? You’re the bald one here,” Ryder points out. “No no! Not me. There’s another guy. He’s got a tattoo of a chimera on his back!” Ryder and Scarlett glance at each other. A chimera tattoo? “He’s not the one?” She frowns. “Apparently not,” Ryder mutters. “If he was, it would’ve been harder to get information but we’ll have to question him more.” “I was hired to kill you,” the bald man confesses. “But I don’t know who he is or who he's working for! I swear-”

Of consequences that never landed on the guilty. “So what is going on?” Elliot demanded. I inhaled once, sharply. “I’ll tell you,” I said, “right after Helina explains who the boy named David is.” The colour drained from her face. Not slowly. Instantly. “What are you talking about?” Elliot asked, frowning. “Ask your wife,” I said. “Every time she took Hailey to the theme park, another woman brought a boy to meet her. That boy. David. He’s the one who told Hailey about the gun Helina keeps in her bag.”

“Did you personally retrieve any data directly tied to him? Not a theory, not a guess, but concrete evidence proving Alessandro Costello sat down at a computer and committed a crime?” Dana hesitated, “No.” “Interesting,” David said, “So, no eyewitness account. No definitive data. Nothing but theories and assumptions. Tell me, Agent Caldwell, do you know how many people in this country are falsely accused every year based on flimsy circumstantial evidence like yours?” Her jaw tightened, “I stand by my investigation.” “I’m sure you do,” David said, “But let’s be honest. Your investigation has holes big enough to drive a truck through, doesn’t it? Three years, and all you have is a stack of ass

A cocky grin crossed his face, drawing my attention to those damn dimples again. I uncrossed my legs and then crossed them again. "It's a necessary precaution." He held his arms up and shrugged. "And I get that. Being the daughter of the wealthy, powerful, notorious Wall Street guru, Dante Bologna has its downsides, I suppose." I glowered at him from underneath my lashes. "Tell me what you want, Detective Gunner." He tucked his phone back into his pants pocket. "I want you to tell me what the fuck is happening in this city."

Power radiated off them in waves, and their sharp gazes sliced through me like they were trying to read my every thought. The realization that I was alone in a room with the country's most dangerous men, without any backup, hit me like a punch to the gut. And then my eyes flicked to the TV screen mounted on the wall. The live news broadcast showed the FBI raiding Davidson Reynolds’s penthouse—men in suits and tactical gear swarming the place. The headline blared across the bottom: “Billionaire Businessman Arrested in Massive Money Laundering Scandal.” “Close the door,” Alessandro ordered.

“If Ricardo is untouchable, then we find a way to make him touch something… someone… that he can’t afford to lose.” Davida laughs, shaking his head. “Oh, I’ve tried, Golden Cop. I’ve tried to kill that bastard.” He takes another slow drag of his cigar before exhaling through his nose. “But he’s invisible.” He taps his chest with two fingers. “Trust me when I tell you Ricardo Borrelli can never die.” I scoff. “No man is immortal, Señor Gonzalez. Even Ricardo can bleed.” Then, a loud bang suddenly echoes through the casino. What the hell was that? My hand instinctively moves towards my concealed gun. The sound startles me, but I don’t jump. I don’t react, not the way my instincts tell me to.

he frisked Dillon and finally brought out his dagger. "Wait, David. I have a question for him" Alpha Jones stopped David from stabbing him. "I can't wait to kill him" David hesitated reluctantly. "You know where Baldwin is?" Alpha Jones pulled up Dillon's head, hitting him on the nose. Dillon let out a muffled groan. "Are you kidding me?" Baldwin was obviously shocked to hear the question. His face looked tearful. He shook his head in remorse. "You don't know where he is?" he gargled.

Rachael asked, suddenly withdrawing her fist from her p*ssy. Upon hearing that, Lucy popped her eyes and snapped, “What the hell are you saying? Do you know who David is–?” “I don't care who he is, honey. Just pretend that I want someone dead, then you'll hire him to accomplish the mission–” Suddenly composing her naked body, she protested, “If David gets to know that I set him up, tomorrow morning I'll be carrying a bullet inside my brain–!” “That will not happen to you as long as I'm breathing, okay?” Detective Adrian assured her, patting her shoulders.

When they were in the car just now, Josh had remarked that Alyssa Taylor might not be the mastermind behind David's arrest. Memories of their conversation resurfaced. Back in the car, Josh had mused, "She would have dealt with you right after you assaulted Tatiana if she wanted to. She wouldn't have waited until now to make a move. Besides, no one else except me knows the details of your relationships with those girls." "Who's that motherfucker that wanted me dead? I'll tear them into pieces!" "It's Daisy." "R-Right! That filthy bitch! She must have snitched on me for a reduced sentence! I'll send someone to teach her a lesson!"