Chicago Quotes Novels & Stories

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?”

Chapter 2 Fucking Chicago, the iconic “Windy City” and the historical playground of Al Capone, my personal favorite gangster. Here I am, stepping out of my sleek private jet that just touched down at a secluded terminal in O’Hare airport. The sharp breeze instantly caresses my face, a stark reminder that I’ve entered unfamiliar territory. My purpose here is clear: to reclaim what rightfully belongs to me.

I say astonished, Matteo actually laughed. "There is something you should know. Chicago is known for their beautiful women. Last I checked, the women out numbered the men seven to one, I don't think it has changed much in the past year. New York is the exact opposite. We have birthed soldiers, powerful and influential business men, ruthless enforcers for decades it's only right if we even the playing field" he wiggled his eyebrows a smile playing on his lips. "Did you just call us bargaining chips? We're people you know. We deserve a choice. As a Chicago woman I'm telli-"

Amelia added, "The thing I hate the most is bullying weak jerks!" This kick almost took the breath out of the flat-headed man! The bodyguards brought by the man with a mustache next to him wanted to step forward to stop. Amelia suddenly spoke up, "This is Chicago, and across the street is the 'Chicago Tribune.' If you don't care about international influence, you can continue."

“So, how’s that club your brother’s running? Is it still going well?” The young lady closest to their table snickered and gestured. “Yeah. He’s doing truly well with it. Twitter’s been detonating its notoriety. They’re all saying it's Chicago’s most sultry spot right now.” “I listened it’s got a ton of hot bachelors,” “Ohhh, yeah.” Sydney rapidly inclined into the table. “Guys, we ought to check out that spot.” Maeve pushed her. “You think so?”

“I remember you exist every time I’m tempted to burn something down and need to remind myself I'm a civilized adult.” She laughs. “That checks out. Are you calling to confess to a felony or just to hear my voice?” “Both, potentially,” I say. “How’s Chicago?” “Cold. Efficient. Annoyingly functional,” she replies. “Marcus loves it, which means I tolerate it.” “I can picture you already,” I say. “Pretending you’re not thriving. And how’s Marcus? I heard he opened that new bar downtown.”

The wind by the lake was cold. I sat on the bench, staring at the calm water in the distance. Dante sat beside me. Neither of us spoke. Honestly, everything that needed to be said had already ended back in New York. And yet, he still wouldn’t leave. Like he was trying to drag time out. But I didn’t understand what there was left to drag on for. Finally, he spoke in a low voice. “Is Chicago always this cold?” I answered calmly,

I said, leaning over the desk. “Boss … words rarely fail me but this had me speechless … believe me when I tell you … it’s your lucky motherfucking day,” he said, opening his laptop. I grinned, hardly able to stand it. “Just tell me, out with it,” I said, getting to my feet. “She’s HERE, in Chicago,” he said, turning around his screen. “No fucking way,” I said, falling to my seat. “Whoa whoa, I wanna know,” Mickey said, falling over himself to look.

“I'm from Chicago. We treat emotional comfort like a contagious disease.” That actually got a quiet laugh out of him. It hit me weirdly hard. Dante didn't laugh often and when he did, it always felt slightly accidental. “You're different here,” he said after a moment. I looked at him carefully. “Different how?” “You stop expecting hostility before entering rooms.” The answer landed more directly than I expected. I folded my arms loosely against the cold. “Chicago teaches you anticipation.” “Yes.” “You say that like an experience.” His gaze shifted briefly toward the street before returning to me.

Chicago had gotten used to adults being busy. "Today's my day off." Darwin answered. "Yay!" Chicago was ecstatic.