Chicago Quotes Novels & Stories

I stated. “The code was that of Chicago. Knowing there are lots of mafias there makes it harder to track down the actual person involved in this.” “So it is the Chicago mafias,” I muttered, nodding my head as I thought of things to do to get the person. I could not just sit here all day and watch Lorenzo lie there lifeless without doing anything. He was lying there because of me, because he chose to save me instead of himself. “I was about getting the person when I was shut out, and for someone to shut me out of the cyber world like that, the person is no amateur. That person is just as good as me, but I will not relent till the person is found.”

"My bad, my bad. It's just that the title suits you so well it's hard to get used to anything else." We sat down, and for a few minutes, the conversation flowed about simple things. But the image of the woman fleeing wouldn't leave my mind. The lull in the conversation was my moment. I looked at Patrick. "Patrick, do you know a lot of people here in Chicago? People of... all kinds?" He tilted his head, assessing my question. "Depends. But I can say yes, I have some contacts. Why?"

Next to it, a quote read: The best way to find out if you can trust someone is to trust them. “That’s the work of Black Crimson,” I said. “You like it?” “It’s breathtaking,” she murmured. “And the quote sounds like someone famous should’ve written it.” “Someone famous did write it. Ernest Hemingway,” I said. When she glanced at me, I shrugged. “I had to look it up after the first time I saw the painting.” Nodding, she glanced back over her shoulder to take in the last of the masterpiece before we’d driven past it completely. Turning forward again, she asked, “Who’s Black Crimson?”

“Why does your idea of fun always have to include bars and alcohol? We’re in Chicago for crying out loud! I want to have the special Chicago deep-dish pizza, Mapo Tofu at Lao Sze Chuan…Chicago style Hot-Dogs…Tamales from the Authentic Tamale Guys…and so, so much more!” “That’s a lot on your list.” Draco laughed at my enthusiasm. “You sure you’ll be able to finish all of that?” “Well, I have you here for a reason.” I waved off his concern with a flick of my wrist. “The point is…when in Chicago, let’s go have fun the Chicago way!” “Look who’s back to being all bubbly and butterflies.” Draco lowered his head to rub his nose against mine. “I thought you were being all down and sulky, but turns o

“We… lost one of our ships… and we have some problems.” I gave him an unimpressed look and glanced at the bouncer again. This time the bulky man added more pressure, drawing a hoarse shriek out of Calvin's throat. “Fine!” he cried out. “We… might lose everything we have! That's why I'm here... in Chicago... I came to make a deal...”

The light from the city skyline caught the gold of his watch, a steady, rhythmic glint that felt like a countdown. "I’m calculating," I said, walking to the window. The rain had stopped, leaving the city below shimmering like a circuit board. "I just threatened to dismantle the entire Chicago Outfit. If I don't keep my heart-beat check-ins active, I’ve essentially signed a death warrant for every man in that room. Including you, Enzo."

“The life I have with you—our daughter, the farm, the township—that’s me. All of it exists because of you.” *Juliet* Sam’s discomfiture doesn’t ease as the car makes its way along the busy streets. Since we have time, and neither Sam nor I has been here, at least in any capacity that we remember, we take a scenic route along the Chicago river, through Logan and Palmer Squares.

The day moves on slowly like the past few. I spent the morning texting my family, telling them of the progress and that we should make it to the pack by tomorrow. I don’t tell them how miserable I am because I don’t want them to worry, I’m sure they are all already pulling their hair out over my sudden departure. We stop at a small cafe for lunch, but I’m still not hungry so I get a small bowl of tortilla soup with some bread and take a few bites. I can feel Serena frowning at me at the lack of sustenance I’m putting into my body but she, thankfully, stays silent. After an uneventful afternoon, I’m jostled awake as we drive into the largest city I’ve ever seen in my life. I blink my sleepy e