Chicago Quotes Novels & Stories

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"I don't know about you, Lucas, but I DO NOT forget men who tried to kill me in my sleep. Men, who have tried all they can to take my empire from me. I can forgive all the... 'squabbles' we had when we were kids but I know where to draw the line, Lucas. I only let you live because you are family and my father was acting don at that time. But make no mistake, nothing will make me happier than gutting you out myself. So please, make my day and keep talking. You may give me an excuse to kill you faster." His eyes narrowed at me. He swallowed and stuffed his hands in his pockets, "fine. Believe what you want, but I'm staying. You need me-" he stopped, noticing my glower. "Stick to your side of t

She pointed at the bus tickets because she knew I couldn't read them properly. "If you get into Chicago. If you make it into Capone territory. Your father can't simply walk in and take you back. He'll have to start a war to do it."

Oh bullshit, Darwin was the last man to apologize to me. He was the god of Chicago and everything were secretly run by him. He has the biggest hotel here in Chicago, for me, I will call it a 10 star hotel because it was magnificent, fully made of marble and they offered a free wi-fi as well, who wouldn't when just a room costs about $235,000. So….. "Thank you…." "Did he just say thank you!??" Due gasped, completely shocked. "For saving your ass. Cause I wouldn't go about trying to save you from jail."

Back in the car, Lucas let out a low laugh as we pulled onto the street. “You really love screwing with that guy, don’t you?” “He keeps bringing the wrong game to the wrong table,” I muttered, eyes locked on the city unfolding before us. Chicago rolled by in flickering streetlamps and distant sirens—gritty, corrupt, beautiful. A city full of sin, secrets, and men who thought power was something you begged for. But not me. I didn’t beg. I owned.

The streetlights cast long shadows, blending with the darkness, a testament to the hidden dealings that transpired within these very streets. My right-hand man leaned against the car, his gaze as sharp as a hawk's. "Boss, the city's been waitin' for ya. Ready to make your mark?" A surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins as I looked at my loyal crew, standing by my side. "You bet, Tonight, Chicago will remember our name, my name." She leaned in closer, her voice a mere whisper. "Be careful, my love. I don't want to lose you."

Seeing that I didn't say anything, Lucas got the fact that I didn't get what he was saying, then he starts explaining " Those are my favorite quotes about Rome - one is by Claire Tomalin, while the second one was said by Paolo Sorrentino.'' "Aaaah! I see," was all I said in response then I asked him "It's a beautiful city … But … I still can't tell where are we going?" Though I asked him he did not answer me, instead he chose to ignore me, which annoyed the hell of me. Yet, the car stopped in front of a huge fountain. It was the most beautiful fountain I've ever seen in my entire life. Without moving my eyes away, I asked him "What's this??"

Here, we could let our hair down, sip our drinks, chit-chat, be girls, and watch the foolery that surrounded us; nights like these were why I enjoyed Chicago the most. There was an adverse crowd of people that were all enjoying the humid night air while sipping their drinks in the lanes of this normally residential street. Some men were cruising back and forth in their show cars with half naked women on the hoods, doing tricks at the halfway point of the street, others were trying to pick up women, some stood behind their cars trying to discreetly gamble, while others simply conversed amongst one another relishing the company. Although Chicago can be fast and often labeled a violent and cold

I step onto mable flooring and hear my heel clicks echo through the entrance. My eyes are having a hard time registering the splendor they're seeing and I'm weirdly focused on analyzing the echoing sound. For my heels to echo there needs to be a big enough space. Space in Chicago is not cheap. Especially in the downtown neighbourhood this building is in. I know Cassio is rich, I've known it this whole time, but this is the first time I'm being confronted with the reality of what that means. Normally it just means a tailored suit, but that's just the tip of the iceberg.

he shot back, confusion flickering in his eyes. “Don’t you think it’s quite foolish to trust a piece of paper over the real thing? Let’s say you do not trust the words on the paper but rather the writing of a ‘professional.’ How can you be sure everything written down is the truth? Huh?” I spoke confidently, feeling a surge of pride. “Take Chicago, for instance. I wasn’t born or raised there,” I lied smoothly. “But I did visit once to get a firsthand understanding of the place. So tell me, how can you trust those words?”