Cali Thomas Novels & Stories

“Don’t wait up for me, old man.” “You know where to find me. Just make sure she’s of age, Gelo. We don’t need any trouble here.” “Ah, you worry too much. Good luck, dude. Looks like the pickings are slim tonight. Maybe tomorrow will be better.” Thomas watched as Gelo headed out into the festival with a laughing girl on his arm. Feeling worn out and craving some peace, Thomas spotted a dark corner where he could watch the crowd without anyone bothering him.

Yes, like a rabbit animal. “Mmmm, Calista, you need to own up to your actions. This house has certain rules you have to follow. If you weren't someone we were keeping to obtain something important to us, we would have gouged your eyes out for watching.” Santino’s voice drops to a serious tone and I shiver. In a way, I find him more dangerous than his brother, especially the fact that he always seems to calm his nerves down as if he is worried any moment he will explode and wreak havoc

Terrified, he scrambled to his feet and fled with his gang, leaving with their tails between their legs. What could’ve been a bloody confrontation was easily resolved by Caitlin’s actions. The Fire Blaze Gang thugs ran away in disgrace, while the Talon Quarters, watching from the sidelines, looked at Caitlin with new respect. Thomas, in particular, was intrigued by her. His eyes gleamed with admiration. “This young man, I wonder if you could tell me your name? Perhaps we could be friends?” “Cait.” Caitlin gave her alias. Thomas immediately introduced her to his subordinates. “Listen up, everyone! From now on, this Cait is my brother. Whenever you see him, you address him as Chief Cait!”

"That's impressive, Thomas! You've basically hit the jackpot!" There was even someone who tagged me in the comment section, asking, "Where are you working right now, Calvin? You and Thomas used to be inseparable back then!" Thomas hurriedly replied, "Calvin is working at Zenith Group, my future wife's company. He's far more career-driven, unlike me, who's just coasting around." I could instantly sense his humble-bragging in the comment. I merely stared at my phone and, with a flat expression, scrolled right past his post.

“Please, Thomas.” Thomas sighed, a long, wheezing sound. His gaze swept over Given, taking in the fresh bruise blooming on her temple, the bloody lip. A flicker of something—discomfort, pity, passed behind his eyes. “I don’t want trouble. I don’t want to go to jail.” “You won’t. She is strong. She will clean well. Just the house, like we said.” Thomas stared at them for a long moment, the moral calculation almost visible in his hunched posture. Finally, he turned and shuffled back into the dim interior. He returned a moment later, holding a single, crisp one-hundred-dollar note between his fingers, as if it were contaminated.

I think she needed to vent. “Crazy girl,” I mutter and rush to catch her when she nearly falls headfirst onto the floor after tripping over her own legs. "I'll take it from here." “She's not leaving here with a stranger. I will not let. The friend arches an eyebrow and tries to pull Cecilia away from me. “I'm not a stranger. I'm Thomas from Albuquerque, a friend of the family and her future husband. Now, excuse me, I don't have the patience.

Thomas left at the altar by his high-end fashion model fiance of two years, Jasmine Elliot. The date underneath reads almost four years ago. Oh, no. I feel both relief and sadness as I read more. Then it dawns on me. Jasmine, his Jaguar, “after the girl that broke my heart years ago.” I remember his heartfelt words from this afternoon. There’s a lot about his business. Billionaire Gavin Thomas takes the technology world by storm! And... Thomas spotted with younger sister Callie Joy at Raymond's in north end, Chicago. Then I see something else that makes my heart stop. It stutters while I read on.

Alex The word frustrated doesn’t begin to cover my fucking bad mood. Most of what Cal uncovered on Celina is a bunch of nothing. Then there’s one line on the page in front of me that turns me inside out. Name: Celina Joy Thomas DOB: 08/01/1991 Age: 24 Height: 5’7” Current Address: Information unknown Personal Information: Graduated Summa Cum Laude, State College, 2014 Current Employment: Information unknown Previous Employment: Thrifty Joe’s Books and Music, Tempe (6 years)

"How long have you been working for Uncle Mateo?" Thomas shifted his weight, not quite meeting my eyes. "About three weeks. I was passing through and needed work." Something about his answer felt rehearsed. I'd met plenty of rogues in my time with Uncle Mateo, and they all had their stories. Some were open books, others kept their pasts locked tight. Thomas seemed to be the latter. "Where were you before?" I pressed, watching his reaction carefully. He shrugged. "Around. East coast mostly." I nodded like this satisfied me, but my senses were on high alert. Uncle Mateo had taught me to trust my instincts, and they were sending mixed signals right now. Thomas wasn't giving off any immediate th