Chicago Ruthless Series Novels & Stories

A platoon of Axis came charging towards their flank, but a couple of demons rushed ahead towards Union soldiers. Chicago moved swiftly to counter the demons, attacking both demons with one technique to behead them both. Both demons dropped dead after being decapitated, but he could still feel the presence of three other demons amongst the charging Axis. "I'll kill them!" Chicago yelled out. "I'll kill all demons!" Chicago began to blitz ahead before a sudden burst of fire intercepted, engulfing him in the flames and forcing him to the ground upon impact. Willie Lou shouted out to her nephew, but she couldn't detect or locate the attacker who launched the fire attack.

She slammed it onto the table. "I’ve spent the last three hours looking at the shipping manifests for the north docks," she continued, her ruthless focus silencing the room. "Silvio, you’ve been skimming 5% off the top of the narcotics shipments for six months. You thought Marco was too distracted to notice. You were right. But Marco is dead. And I’m the one looking at the books now." Silvio’s face went pale. He looked at Devi, then back at Cali. "That’s... that’s a lie."

Oliver said, and something in the way he said it told her exactly how those particular conversations had ended for anyone who tried. Liana sat back slightly, processing the sheer scale of what he'd just revealed, the layers of the man sitting beside her multiplying faster than she could keep pace with. A mafia boss who had pulled her from a river with his own hands. A man haunted by a sister's murder he'd spent years trying to solve. And now, apparently, the head of a corporate empire large enough to walk directly into Hayes Holdings and start dismantling everything Lucas and Grace had built without either of them ever suspecting where the threat was truly coming from.

The reality was painfully clear-I was nothing more than a pawn, a tool to secure my job and the money I desperately needed for my father's medical treatment. As the tears welled up in my eyes, my vision blurred. I wished I could slap some sense into myself for falling for his deceitful charm, for mistaking fleeting affection for something deeper and meaningful. It was a cruel lesson to learn, a reminder of the harsh reality that governed our twisted world. "When you're in Chicago, we can arrange a new girl every night for you," Richard offered, his voice laced with a sinister charm.

He then slammed the table hard when the worst images flickered across his mind—his tesoro and piccolo. Vincenzo was a ferocious beast. When he was the underboss, before Rico, he had murdered over 200 people and he would often freeze his victim so the time of death was difficult to determine and this was what earned him the nickname 'The Iceman'. Xavier had never acknowledged his way of doing things but Vincenzo was good at what he did and it earned him the title, until he decided that he wanted his own empire.

I drove back towards my condo and during the whole ride, Atasha remained quiet. I stepped out of the car and she followed until we reached my unit. Before I punch the code she spoke. "Do you ever feel guilty after killing people?" she asked and upon hearing that question I was taken back to the night of my first kill...

I will give you exactly whatever you want, and you will do the same for me. "I have dealt with drug lords, gangsters, cartel bosses, and all the other scumbags in Chicago who thought making demands in front of my face would get them what they wanted," he told me coolly. "And most of them ended up dead. I believe—they were all asking for their deaths. You are smarter than that, Aurora." I smirked. "All those drug lords, gangsters, cartel bosses, and scumbags in Chicago would offer you what I am willing to offer."

Andrew said slightly patting his shoulder. Jonathan turned in an instinct and caught him by his neck and pinned him to the back wall. "It will cost him heavy." Andrew said pointing at the window and Jonathan and Jim both turned to the window. They saw Victor holding a knife close to Aiden's heart and in next second he made a cut over his heart on the chest. Aiden jolted awake and screamed in pain while trashing on the chair. Jonathan and Jim saw the opened mouth of other screaming but no sound came out, the room was indeed sound proof.

Thе corrupt policе in Chicago, angеrеd by thе dwindling paymеnts, rеtaliatеd by arrеsting somе of thе drug lords. In thе pursuit of my fathеr's approval to assumе control of his main company, I nеglеctеd thе concеrns raisеd by fеllow drug lords about thе inеxplicablе drop in hard drug pricеs in Chicago. Immеrsеd in thе intricaciеs of imprеssing my fathеr, I spеnt considеrablе timе with him, hoping to fortify my standing and dissuadе him from rеconsidеring his dеcision.

And yes, I was enjoying it. Sitting in the comfort of the heated leather seats, I opened a file on my lap and went through it, this time, with a Melody-free mind. I have learned a great lesson and knew better than to ignore the warnings... Carlos Delgado, 43 years old and Spanish. The head of Chicago bratva and Alderman's long-term friend in crime. (it's actually Chicago, not New York, thanks Mel) A wife, Suzy Delgado, and no kids...