Chicago Ruthless Series Novels & Stories

"Alive... or dead." If she's alive, I will find her. I will chain her to my soul. If she's dead... I will burn this city to ash in her name. I hang up and dial another number. "Call a meeting. All family capos," I say, getting to my feet. "Tonight." The next month, I paint Chicago red. I lead the charge myself, wiping out every Moretti stronghold. No survivors. I purge the family of anyone connected to Camilla. Even the arms dealer I'd worked with for five years got a bullet in the head for saying, "Maybe you should try to move on."

She released Fluffy's leash as the dog barked and wagged its tail anxiously, circling its owner. Not far away, behind a broad-leaved maple tree, a man was watching Moira, who had just discovered the body she had dumped into the Chicago River. The job was easy; the woman was too stupid and had a big mouth that didn't match her courage. Perhaps this murder case would only appear to be a typical rape and robbery crime, like the thousands of daily criminal cases that occur in the city of Chicago throughout the year. The man in the black hoodie with a white face mask walked casually toward the brown Cadillac he had parked nearby, heading toward downtown as if he were simply leaving home to grab a

"I don't work for love bro, I work for money, just stay out of James lane, he might ask me to kill you and I won't hesitate to do so." My heart raced and I punched him in his jaw and he screamed in pain. I flipped him and put him in a tight headlock. He tried to grab me from behind and succeeded in kicking him in his knees. He grabbed my head snapping it to the wall, I fell down in pain and rolled to the other side. "You're an asshole." I punched him in the face and he fell down. He pushed me and grabbed my neck swinging me on the table with a thud, I felt my heart beat stop as I was badly injured.

I learned a lot from him in a short period of time working here at Camp Happy Hearts. Captain Chan POV I hope Gen Ari does not retire yet. I enjoyed working with him on how we intercepted the triad gang. I admired his bravery, courage, and perseverance in capturing criminals on land and sea. The guy is just brilliant.

Charis shrugged, "Let's just say it's not exactly legal. But it's lucrative, and it's kept me and my daughter in the lap of luxury for years." Apollo's face twisted in anger, "You're a criminal? You've been smuggling and dealing drugs?" Charis smirked, "Among other things, yes. And it's been very profitable. But now, you and Beatrix have stumbled upon my operation. I can't let you leave here alive." The men cocked their guns, and Apollo and Beatrix found themselves surrounded. In that moment, Apollo knew he had to protect his family. He lunged forward, taking out the nearest man with a swift punch. Beatrix followed suit, grabbing a nearby object and using it as a weapon.

Irish's hands and feet are tied up in the chair she is sitting. She is watching Niklaus putting all the money in the huge bag he is holding. After he killed Iioan he gets the access to his bank account and stole all his money, including Basil's money. He had men who are professionals in hacking bank accounts and he used one of them to get all the money in just one snap. "Hmmm. Hmmm." Irish tried to call his attention while moving to the chair.

And no matter what trials awaited them, they would confront them head-on, guided by the unwavering strength of their bond. As Amari and Antonio delved deeper into the heart of Chicago's underworld, they encountered unexpected twists and turns at every corner. Their quest for justice led them down a dangerous path, one fraught with peril and uncertainty. Their first lead took them to the docks, where rumors of a mysterious shipment had begun to circulate among the city's criminal underground. As they staked out the area, hidden in the shadows, they witnessed a tense exchange between Vito Valencio's men and a group of shadowy figures.

My blouse stuck slightly to my back from the morning rush. The stakeholders walked in now. Hudson and his running mate, Charles walked passed me, taking their seats. Hudson's suit looked just as sharp and expensive. The fabric rustled softly. Charles moved, his steps were heavy on the carpet. I lowered my head in courtesy, observing their vibe. The vibes from Charles particularly was still the same as when I first saw him. Dark. Suspicious. Gangster type of vibes. He felt like trouble hiding behind a calm face. His eyes scanned the room quickly.

"Maybe..." My mind strays for a brief, dangerous second—back to the shimmering halls of the hotel, the intoxicating weight of the Hawthorne name, the terrifying pull of his golden eyes. So what if High Alpha Everett Hawthorne turned out to be a ruthless, untrustworthy male? If I guarded my heart and kept my distance, perhaps I could still claim a place in the city... Ping. Ping. Ping. The communication rune resting on the window sill flares with a harsh, bright crimson light, vibrating violently against the stone.

“Yes. What other choice did I have? Fight Marcus with a couple of men? He'd be happy if I tried. You know the way it is, Anna: no offspring is left alive.” Our gazes collided, we both knew what it meant: if there was a new boss in town then we had to die. “That old geezer was supposed to be unkillable, Anna. We do the killing—we do the hunting, it's not the other way around.” He was right. My father was the Don of one of the most ruthless Mafias in Chicago. He was ruthless and borderline insane. His paranoia had saved him from death on multiple occasions and what usually followed was a cleansing—more like a massacre to kill off anyone he suspected of being a traitor. Think of it as pruning p