Bullseye David Baldacci Novels & Stories

Then I yanked it tighter than necessary. He groaned. “Case in point.” The silence stretched, heavy and smoky, broken only by his ragged breaths. My hands moved on autopilot, binding ribs, checking bruises, wiping blood. But his eyes opened again, sharper now. Serious. “Rival.” I met his gaze. “That Sicily bastard—he’s not just circling us. He’s pulling strings. Yours. Mine. Both.” I exhaled slow, setting the kit aside. “I know.”

"The mysterious digital boss isn't just funding this. He's scaling it. Turning individual routines into harvestable data streams." A quiet determination settled over the investigators. They had saved Emily, but the predator had already adapted. New alerts began appearing, subtle anomalies in power grids near suspected data centers, unusual spikes in encrypted traffic. "We need to go on offense," Marcus said. "Hit the financial trails harder. Expose the Boss before he erases another life completely." Joel closed his notebook with a soft snap. "We will. But carefully. One wrong move and it predicts our next step." As night deepened, the team prepared. Joel led a small unit back into the rain,

Now that I have the confirmation I need, the biggest riddle that I was trying to solve earlier is now solved - Davide killed those men to protect Mackenzie and he’s currently hiding Mackenzie to protect her from me. My attention is snapped when sudden doddering footsteps thud outside my office. When the footsteps hush down, knocks thump on the door next. Gustavo doesn’t waste time. He gets off the chair to open the door. Roger frantically enters and, through his jagged breath, he says. “We got a lead on where we can possibly find Boss Davide.” My grin stretches more, making my jaw numb. I don’t wanna kill my son, but if the situation calls for it, then I won't hesitate to do it.

She looked out the window at the city lights, thinking about how lucky she was to have David, to have a family, to have this home. She had no idea that a man known for his cruelty and efficiency was silently moving, planning, calculating, and preparing to strike. “Everything is quiet now,” she whispered. “I hope it stays that way.” But outside, the quiet was only a mask. Black Bullet’s SUV disappeared into the shadows, his plan already forming in his mind. He knew the entrances, the cameras, the guards’ habits. Everything would be perfect. Everything… except for one unknown factor—David’s determination.

“We have bigger problems. Alessio slept with her, he bit her, and he got carried away, it’s what he’s known for. What else do we know?” “Why does the name Sarah Bailey sound familiar?” Rachel asked softly, her brow furrowed as she thought about the name. She walked to her own laptop and started clicking buttons, trying to find something. “There has to be something,” I said. “There has to be some way to prove he didn’t do it. We all know he didn’t.” “Do we?” David asked. I glared at him. “Of course, he didn’t.” “He’s a Trivisonno, you know he gets carried away sometimes, look at the fucking blood on that damn dress.”

"You can kill your fucking teammates, just like that. There is no guarantee for me, that you wouldn’t do the same thing like that to me which is your fucking Boss. You guys probably could kill me silently and throw my damn body into the lake." "Tell me, what made you guys do that?" David took a small gun behind his back and directed the gun at Don and Jackson. He put the tip of the spear to Don and Jackson alternately. Don and Jackson thought David didn't know about the news of the body being found on the lake far from Casablanca, but they were wrong. David accidentally watches the news about discovering a body on the lake. At first, he didn't pay much attention to the news, but his eyes cou

It's Monday morning and Max’s alarm pulled him from his sleep, which he didn't get a lot of last night thinking of Jenna and what happened in the car. Getting up and ready for work. The Criminal Investigations Division which he works in is his passion. This weekend he needs to be on call the major drug bust that his team is planning is very near. Then he goes on long service leave he wants to get away with Jenna. He no longer wants her to work. They can both retire enjoy life, get married have kids. That’s what he wants. The perfect life with Jenna

Thank God I had left Portland when I had. David’s phone beeped, and he checked it. When he looked up at me, his face was serious. “What is it?” I asked “I have more guys that work for me. I had someone follow these Mafiosos, keeping tabs on their every move.” “Okay? What of it?” I asked. David swallowed hard. “Victor Brantley and two of his henchmen just arrived in Portland.”

"I am going to find her, and I am going to wrap my hands around her neck, and I am going to squeeze until every lie she ever told chokes her." I grabbed the bottle of scotch and hurled it at the wall. It shattered, amber liquid spraying over the framed wedding photo of Monica and me. "I am going to kill that cunning, cheating, drug-addict bitch with my bare hands." David laughed. It wasn't a funny laugh. It wasn't mocking. It was the sound of a man realizing the game had changed. "Finally," David said, his voice dark with amusement. "The brother I remember finally woke up." "Where is the safe house?" I demanded.

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.