Delsin Rowe Infamous Novels & Stories

“Not like this. I won’t let it end like this.” The media’s version was convenient. Too convenient. Cassian Wesley, drunk, reckless, his car bursting into flames on the coastal bridge. A young life lost to decadence and chaos. Case closed. But Rowan had seen him leave the party. Not alone. The memory was seared into his brain: Cassian with a stranger. Tall, dark-haired. Smiling with the sharpness of a predator. That stranger had been at his side when Rowan stormed out. And that stranger hadn’t turned up in the wreckage.

The days following Alex’s meeting with Elias blurred into a tense rhythm of outward normalcy and inward turmoil. The penthouse, once a sanctuary of stolen passion and late-night confessions, now felt like a stage where Alex performed the role of the devoted partner while his mind replayed every word from that dimly lit warehouse. *You don't know Rowan at all.* The phrase had taken root like a stubborn weed, growing in the quiet moments when Rowan was not there to chase it away with a genuine kiss or a whispered "I need you."

Turning just enough, I caught the tail end of the exchange between two men I didn't recognize. They leaned against a marble pillar, their faces half-hidden in the chandelier's gilded glow, voices blending with the orchestra's swell. “Yeah, Elena and Rowan Vincenzo were deep in Obsidian, especially Rowan,” the other one replied, his tone casual, like they were talking about the weather. “He was a member for years, and stood right next to Lennox himself during some of those early deals. Well, hell of a thing, what happened to him.”

For a moment, he thought he could save her from impending doom, but the way he saw it now, she was still the young, naive, little child that he remembered before the fall of Ravenna. “Fine.” Caine snapped his fingers and the same two Domineers who escorted Rowan to his quarters returned and seized hold of her arms. “Either way, I’m keeping you safe here, and I promise you this: we will learn where Delmar has dug in.” Rowan struggled uselessly against her captors’ grips as Caine continued to taunt her. “The Outsider will tell us everything we want to know.” Rowan clenched her teeth in anger. “Alex will tell you nothing!”

Her name was on the top searched list, but why did it have to be paired with a moron like Henry Rowan? To the world, Henry Rowan was a gentleman playboy from a decent family, unlike the truth that Trickson was aware of. He was a drug addict who only partied and slept with women. Like every other girl, she was initially struck by his handsome face, but luckily she saw behind those smokescreens in time. Unlike that foolish woman, Elsie Ross. Why was Elsie not answering her calls? "Elsie Ross, you foolish woman, you will die an extremely painful death if you keep rejecting my calls!" she cursed Elsie for the umpteenth time. Her career was almost in shambles.

Dilruba replied while inching near to her. “Just come to our table then,” Darina said as she glanced at Rowen. “We have our man here.” Unexpectedly, Rowen could feel how the heat consumes his cheeks as he tries to gaze at the lovely Dilruba. How can he even manage to look at Dilruba’s face if even at the half of the countenance shown, he is already enthralled like a lad in his youthful folly?

Rowan said. “I’ve mobilized Ghost Unit. We traced the exit route—headed straight for the east side. Delacroix's territory.” Of course. She’d gone straight into the serpent’s den. Alone. “She’s not going there to gather information,” I muttered. “She’s going to end it.” Rowan stiffened. “She’s going to kill Delacroix?” I shook my head. “She’s going to burn down the whole fucking bloodline if they touch her.” Rowan shook his head..

Maybe her roommate was still on her case about dating multiple men. Emily thought she overheard Delsie talking about her on the phone on several occasions. She wasn't completely sure if the conversation was about her, but Delsie seemed to be complaining to someone about a woman who was kind of slutty and spoiled by men's attention. And then she dropped little hints about Emily dating too many men... It almost sounded like something Josh said the other day. She had to wonder: did Delsie know Josh? Delsie was a friend of a friend of Emily's from her home town, which was how they decided to rent the apartment together. She might know some of the same people. It was a chilling thought.

“So this is the famous house of doom and paranoia. Nice cameras, Lane.” Miles came after him, bigger, quieter, steady eyes. He nodded at Dawson like he didn’t need words to say everything. Then Rowan stepped in. She moved with calm confidence, dark hair pulled back, a faint scar near her eyebrow, boots that looked like they’d walked a thousand miles without complaint. Her gaze landed on Dawson and softened, unmistakably. She didn’t rush. She just stepped close and touched his forearm like she was checking a pulse. Like she knew exactly where his body held its tension.

He said. I smiled and took another sip of my wine. “I know everything about you, Henry. I know how you acquired this space for your club. I know how you made a deal with the mafia. I know how you paid them a huge amount of money to get rid of the previous owner, who refused to sell his property to you. I know how you covered up the murder and made it look like an accident. I know how you bribed the police and the media to keep quiet. I know how you lied to your wife and your friends and your customers. I know how you live in fear of the mafia, who can expose you or blackmail you or kill you at any time.” I said. He looked like he had seen a ghost.