Cobra Kai Eli Moskowitz Novels & Stories

Moses was only lucky because Garvin’s father died in a plane crash and could not complete his revenge plan but now, Keanu fell into the same boat as him and this time, they were about to lose everything because of Garvin. “Even after all that he did to you, you are still like this?” “He just took me unawares. I would have fought back if I saw him attack,” Keanu said solemnly. Moses was furious but could not blame him much because he too, had taken that same path before. “I think you should bring back our stocks first. You could have lost a few millions by letting the broker sell it when he advised but you allowed us to lose everything.” “We still have the business,” Keanu retorted without re

I can see how good she is at hoarding all the attention to herself; honestly, I don’t mind. Kai had been silent like me, answering Justine with yes or no and short sentences whenever she’d throw questions at him. From their conversation, I realized I know more about Kai’s present life than Justine and Liam. They know he’s working for Martinelli Holdings, but his designation is a bluff. “I’m the security manager,” Kai said. I snorted, earning a glare from Kai. “Martinelli Holdings?” Justine pressed, rolling her eyes at me. Kai hummed a yes, his eyes flickering back on the road.

"What kind of something?" "A new organization. We have backing—silent partners with deep pockets and deeper connections. Enough to challenge both the Colombos and Greyson's operations." Keith's jaw tightens beside me. "Who are these silent partners?" On screen, Elena asks the same question. "Who's backing you, Michael? I won't commit to something blind." Reeves hesitates, clearly debating how much to reveal. Finally: "Viktor Sokolov." "The Russian?" Elena's surprise sounds genuine. "I thought Greyson eliminated the Petrov network."

“Excuse me?” “Actually, sorry. Let me correct that.” Elijah’s smile widened. “Your Replacement. Because honestly, I don’t think there’s much competition here.” Kira almost laughed. Almost. Adrian’s hands clenched into fists. “You have no idea who you’re talking to.” “Adrian Westbrook. CEO of Westbrook Industries. I know exactly who you are.” Elijah’s tone didn’t change. Still polite. Still calm. “And I know exactly how you treated Kira for nine years. So no, I’m not impressed.”

Caterina “So Kai’s position is called a Pakhan, and Konstantin is his Brigadier or second in command?” I asked Viktor, who was currently busy explaining how the hierarchy worked in the Bratva. He nods. “Yes, you’re getting the hang of it. We don’t work according to the entire structure since we’re werewolves, and Kai basically runs legitimate businesses. He refuses to touch drugs, which is something a normal mafia boss would be itching to get their hands into.” He explains as we sit in the powder room area that overlooks Central Park.

There are questions in my brain and new information I need to process. The conversation I had with Mr. Katrakis lingers in my mind, and I want to know more about his cousin. I sit down at the desk with the glowing MacBook. I hope that this isn’t some sort of test and that I’m actually allowed to use the computer. I type “Oliver Katrakis” into Google—though I have already done this search a couple of times. Hundreds of results pop up. I bite my lip, clicking the first link. Oliver Katrakis is thirty–two and has been the CEO of Grethe and Elga Enterprises for five years. A Princeton graduate, double major, and award-winning entrepreneur. Besides his work, he has various interests and is gifted

Kai turns his head towards her direction and smiles charmingly at her. "Hello there, Janelle." Kaivan Arnand is one of the most talked about business men in the city. He's been the front cover of Eleo Zaleo Magazine's hottest bachelor business men. He makes right about millions every day, let not talk about in a year. He's dated multiple high class girls, models and actresses throughout the years and formed alliances with fellow powerful and prestigious empires around the world.

He continued to fiddle with his selfie stick. Kenneth went up to Moses and patted him on the shoulder. "Moses, you’d better stop wasting time on her. There’s nothing special about her.” “Stop that!” Moses had to restrain himself. "Don't forget that she’s the one who managed to find us an investor."

A mahogany desk worth more than most salaries. No personal photos. No distractions. Just control. The morning passed in meetings. Reports. Security threats. New AI developments. His competitors called him ruthless. His employees called him unstoppable. Neither was wrong. Tomorrow night would be his last fight. Once, the underground ring had been his escape. The violence, the impact, the silence it brought to everything in his head. But things were different now. Now, he had something to lose. Kane leaned back in his chair, the city stretching endlessly beyond the glass.

As he walked like his majesty the King, head held up, with effortless confidence, he hadn’t said anything aside from showing me one of the rooms where I would probably going to spend days in or worse, it would last weeks. Krew was dead serious when he mentioned his privacy. From what I heard, he hated the spotlight, and he seemed recluse in contrast to their brother, Kai who loved attention and power. The Selik wasn’t born rich. Koby Selik was a self-made billionaire when his children were still young. When he died, Kai took his place as the CEO, and Krew chose to work behind the desk as one of the members of the board. Right now, I had to be grateful to him for giving me a roof as my tempor