Ciaphas Cain Series Novelas e Histórias

Where have I heard that name before? Deciding I had enough of listening to the news, I turn the TV off as I put on some music before I focus on the book I am reading. I am reading a Mafia romance where the male lead is the mafia underboss, and he falls for the girl that is the sunshine to his grumpy mood. I can’t help but snort from time to time thinking how can she fall for everything he does to her. How he plays and manipulates her without giving nothing back. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading in bed after dinner because when I open my eyes and stretch my arms I feel like I have slept for hours. I look around the room and remember the morning I woke up in Dash’s bed.

“Cain seems to me to be the center of this entire business. Strike the shepherd, and the sheep will scatter. I want him taken care of. Make it infallibly accidental. His body shouldn’t be discovered until after two days. Then, I wouldn’t care less what the press has to say about it. Larry should not be touched, not until after two days. I’ll love to see what he does when he discovers Cain is dead. Moreover, I wouldn’t have two drivers dead in the space of four days. If it happens, the press would love it, and it might upset the deal I have coming up. Cain’s got a job to do for me by 10 p.m. I want your job done after he has handled the job.” “It will be,” Alessa said. “Wipe out Larry, two da

I’m confused but just as I begin to contort my face into a frown, Cain stands, reaches over, and takes the book I have placed my clasped hands on. His scent invades my nostrils and I melt internally from the slight spice I catch. There are notes of forest and pine, but underneath is something spicy. Cain flips through my book and I forget that he’s not supposed to know I was reading that book. Hell, none of them are meant to know I was reading that book, but Cain seems to intently search for something. “Should I ask for tea from the kitchens while we wait? I heard Raleigh has the best tea.”

While I was walking back to my dorm, feeling like my head was spinning, things were much colder at the Calloway townhouse. Cain was standing by the window in the living room, a glass of amber liquid in his hand, but he wasn't looking at the view—he was looking at his phone. A "friend" had sent him a grainy photo of Cole and me sitting in the Rare Books room, and the timestamp said we’d been there for two hours. The glass in Cain's hand shook slightly. He didn't say a single word when the front door opened and Cole walked in, and he didn't turn around or ask where he’d been.

he mutters, already walking away. I fold my arms, watching him pace as he answers. Is this it? Have they finally found something about Tobias’s killer? Cain’s eyes flick toward me briefly, but when I mouth what’s going on, he looks away again. I puff out a frustrated breath, waiting impatiently for the call to end. Finally, he hangs up. “What is it, Cain?” I ask immediately. “What did Xavi find out?” He mutters something under his breath, then turns fully toward me.

Cain pov The pack house was quiet. Too quiet. Cain sat alone in his office with a half-empty glass of whiskey resting near his elbow. He hadn't touched the reports piled in front of him. They blurred into meaningless scribbles the longer he stared at them. His mind had drifted elsewhere. The rogues had been rounded up weeks ago. Their hideouts were pulled apart and their leaders were exposed. The worst betrayal had come from inside his pack. From Mandy.

Third person's POV Tobias sat down on a wooden chair beside Michael who's typing some codes in his computer. "How is she?" Michael asked without looking up to see Tobias. He has been in and out of hell to find Cassie's whereabouts when she left. Tobias made him work for 48 hours without sleep until he fainted. He almost thought she was in danger when they found nothing about her. She joined their mafia over five years ago and still they didn't know much about her.

Darien Cain was in the hallway, phone to his ear, coordinating the logistics. I could hear fragments of his conversation. Flight times. Talking points. Contingency plans. The machinery of leadership continuing to function even as the leader stepped away from the wheel. That was the thing about Cain. He might disagree with a decision, but the moment it was made, he executed it like it was his own. No hesitation. No passive resistance. Just full commitment to making the choice work, even when the choice was messy.

The chief stated with a tight smile as Wheeler grunted impatiently. “Spit it out Wheeler.” “Danny was hold up five days ago and heard a conversation between two infected. Talking about using groups of dead and how a woman had explosives, enough that would blow through the walls of a prison.” The chief nodded, his expression turning serious. “Okay, Danny why don't you have a seat, I need you to tell me everything that you remember about that conversation.” Danny filled him in the way he had us while we all stood around impatiently waiting for orders.

The memory of his wife and three-year-old twin boys, taken from him in a senseless act of violence, still lingered, a wound that would never fully heal. Despite the overwhelming grief that threatened to consume him, Raphael had managed to present a stoic exterior to the world, a façade that hid the true extent of his suffering. But I had seen beyond the mask, sensing the depth of his pain when I first approached him. And when I delved into his memories, the true extent of his anguish was revealed, leaving an indelible mark on my heart. In that moment, I knew that Raphael was the one, the Reaver who would hold a special place in my life.