Cali Thomas Novels & Stories

Ethan chuckled, introducing one of them and warmly shaking his hand. "I hope I'm not bothering you, Mr. Ethan Lopez," Thomas smiled back. They both walked toward the sofa where Ethan had been seated. Thomas was a middle-aged man, tall and slender but still muscular. He had long sideburns framing his clean-shaven face, and his short hair seemed styled with gel. His dark skin was smooth and glossy, and he wore a silver necklace that glistened under the light. He worked for Ethan, handling all his illegal activities and underground business, and Ethan had given him considerable freedom to operate. "The meeting will be scheduled for next week," Thomas began. "We have important news to announce t

Anthony, who was behind Caraline, replied, "Miss Helen and Mr. Stevan are still unconscious." "And what about Thomas?" Caraline turned around, looking at the lake. "Thomas came home from the hospital this morning." "Were you looking for me?" asked Thomas, who walked over. Caraline immediately turned around, looking Thomas up and down. "Anthony, I'd like to have a private word with Thomas now." "Okay." Anthony stepped aside onto the porch. Caraline let out a long breath. "I don't need you here anymore." "I understand." Thomas bowed. "I will leave at once."

And through it all, Damon Riego stood at the front of the chaos, chest puffed and voice raised, blaming me. Live. On national television. “This is sabotage,” he said, finger pointed square at the camera. “This is what happens when boys with hurt feelings try to act like men.” I watched from my office, arms crossed, Thomas standing next to me sipping black coffee like it was fine wine. “You know,” Thomas said, “for a guy who manipulates entire industries, he sure falls apart fast.” “He’s not used to being caught,” I said. “He’s not used to being outplayed,” Thomas corrected.

And after all this time, Chris had not noticed a thing—he only learned of it because they told him. It was clear to Chris that the Kalen family didn't believe him. Anyone else's family head authority would have been quickly detected if tampered with—but Thomas was no ordinary person. Their history as partners meant Thomas could achieve what no one else could. Chris couldn't tell everyone that he had once been Thomas's ally. If he did, Thomas could vanish under any pretext while Chris became the target of blame. The Kalen family might not seek Thomas's punishment, but Chris would inevitably get caught in the crossfire.

he asked once the system was running. “Cassandra Patrice.” Caleb supplied smoothly, his knowledge of her name was thanks to Magnolia and not necessarily because his terrified mate had been forthcoming with any information. He watched Iggy type in the name and then pause for a few seconds before attacking the keyboard in a manner that intrigued Caleb. Having been born in a time that had none of the present gadgets he saw, he was often awed by their abilities, but never bothered enough to learn more about them, he was quite satisfied with the basic knowledge he possessed.

Meanwhile, James remained to lie on the bed. Callan looked at Thomas but ignored him and continued to sit in a lotus position on the floor. Thomas also noticed Callan and frowned, saying, “Didn’t you hear me? I told you to get out.” “You sure are arrogant, Thomas.” Callan finally spoke. “You’re…?” Thomas' brows furrowed. The voice sounded familiar to him. He carefully scanned Callan’s appearance but never recalled seeing this person before. “Who are you?” Thomas was puzzled by the old man.

This is the least bloody Thomas has ever been. “We don’t know, boss,” Seth mumbles. “I will tell you” Thomas says as he stabs Matteo in the stomach. Matteo groans in pain, wrapping his hand around the blade but doesn’t dare to remove it. "That you two fools thought you could rape Melina and get away with it," Thomas says as he moves the blade back and forth. “You two are the biggest fools on his planet,” Thomas says as he pulls the blade from Matteo’s stomach and stabs him in the heart. He pulls his gun from his waistband and shoots him between the eyes.

Had forged a message designed to make me believe she'd moved on, that she wanted nothing to do with me, and sent it at the exact moment that would cause maximum damage. "Please," Calen begged. "If I die, my father has no one. He's all I have left. I'll do anything… I'll be indebted to you forever if you let me go." I looked at Thomas, saw my own uncertainty reflected in his eyes. This boy was a pawn, not a mastermind. Killing him would accomplish nothing except removing a potential source of information. I released him, stepping back. "Go. Get your father his medicine. But know this… if I find out you lied to me, if you're more involved than you claim, I will find you. Understood?"

No wonder other people misinterpret him. "I'll take note of that" Calcifer said with a salute " And by the way, I ask Thomas to watch Nicola until he return to Mexico" "Thomas from?" "Gravano mob" he paused and get something on the inside pocket of his gray coat "They are one of the best you know. They work and clean so well" Vicenzo nod his head still creasing his forehead "When will that fucking Greco arrived? " he annoyingly mutter after a seconds of silent.

I ease the door to the left of a giant roll up door. The male screams in pain. "Kieran I swear! I didn't know! I didn't know Thomas was dealing in flesh. If I had known he was auctioning off paras; I would've come to you!" "It's not just about him auctioning off paras. He's selling mortals as well. Thomas is the leader of the largest mortal ran cartel. And you're his second in command. You expect me to believe that you didn't know he started dealing in flesh." Kieran's fist flies through the air landing with a bone crushing crunch. I get a sick satisfaction from hearing the disgusting pigs bones crunch.