Dennis Lehane Books Novels & Stories

Nevena's gaze fell upon the waterfall, its beauty a harsh reminder of the life she longed to live. Consumed by the weight of her diagnosis, Aleksandar's break-up, and her family's abuse, she plunged into the deep water. Meanwhile that same night, In the Private Suite of Celestial Height Hotel Mexico, Room 665 was dimly lit up and loud moans were emanating from there. 'Fuck!, fuck !!,' Antonio "El Diablo" Hunt 'Blade Knuckles' the underboss of Medina crime family cursed. He could feel cum building up in his balls, as he plunged deeper into the Caribbean whore on his bed.

Rainn laughed, "We are all in trouble then. The rest of the crew won't be here until after nightfall, so we have all day to hang out. We went back and forth about what we wanted to do, but ultimately, we needed to go shopping for the house and then Rainn said we'd go to one of his favorite restaurants. Shopping was exhausting and women kept staring at Rainn, which was really getting on my nerves, although he seemed tense as well, looking at men that would pass by. We pulled up in front of a little diner outside of town. "Liam and I come here all the time. The food is pretty amazing." We walked in and the smell hit my nose first and it smelled amazing. My mouth started to water. We sat down a

One of the detectives spoke as he flashed his badge. “What is this about?” I questioned as I slightly closed the door and kept myself in the way of any field of vision these men may have of my home. “We would like to ask you a few questions about a man named Herrin Lugner?” “Yes, Herrin Lugner was the cop that went missing last week correct?” “Yes, He was investigating your father. May we come in?” “No, You may not,” I replied as I stepped out and closed the door behind me. I was not about to let two cops waltz into my home.

He had once witnessed how he had tortured one of his men who had betrayed him and the thought sent a shiver down his spine. By evening, he sat behind the wheel of his black sedan, parked across the street from Nikolai's company. After several hours, he felt movement. Then Nikolai stepped out of the main entrance. He spoke briefly to a guard, then slid into his car. Lenny’s pulse jumped. "Alright, alright" he whispered, starting the engine. "Just follow him. Stay at a distance. Don’t die." He murmured, trying to calm his frantic nerves. He trailed the sleek black car through the buzzing city, his headlights dimmed. Nikolai’s car moved very fast, and every time Lenny thought he’d lost him, a r

He would personally make sure she would replenish her strength. Dinara was munching happily when the food arrive. With his little cherub in his arm, he was content for the moment watching her but his mind was working overtime. The fucking bastard was playing a sick contest. El Patrón was not sure what Lemonte's endgame was. But one thing's for sure. The French Mafia leader would be dead by the end of it. _____________ Monsieur Jaime Lemonte Climbing down the stairs of his basement, he grinned. It was a successful night.

The Ds-professional love is a detective series formed around different parts of the world but mainly the United states of America in the city of Los Angeles.. Its though a love stories in a lesfic genre but yet a thriller with a mystery to solve around the many. This book will be published is series. Each season a book of it's own. Character mining

Jean Luc could not wrap his mind around it, but maybe that was what the murderer wanted. With quickening breaths, he turned into the gaming room. His craving to resume playing the Human Apocalypse game flew out of the window. He knew the light blue inked pen that the murderer used to write the letter. Perhaps, it had RD's fingerprint somehow. He didn't know. His mind was in such a frenzy of worry that he could barely think straight.

The perfect life with Jenna Grabbing his travel mug of coffee, and his briefcase he heads to his unmarked car. His very first pay check ten years ago, he went and bought this car and it’s still going. When he got to the station and checked his voicemail, there were five new messages, all from the family of the victims from the murder drug scene he worked a month ago. They’re understandably hurt, shocked and desperate for answers, and they're calling to see if he had any leads or evidence.

He bends down to her level and says, "Before you go believing gutter rumors, try thinking. How would a woman with Detective Rose's record and reputation risk it all for something that cheap? And your brain should tell you that her husband got engaged less than a week after the scandal. Doesn't that seem suspicious to you? And that should tell you that Detective Rose is obviously a victim of some foul play." Everywhere goes silent, but Dante doesn't wait for a reply. He just walks back, opens the car door for me, and says, "Let's go." *** Inside the warmth of his car, I murmur, "You didn't have to do that." "They needed someone to put them in their place," he says simply, as if it costs him n

I poured myself a glass of water and drank it in one go. Alessandro "The Devil" Costello, El Padrino. I shook my head, nope, not going to believe it unless I talk to him myself. I made my way out of the kitchen and went straight to the library. Since I had nothing to do, I settled on reading a book. I surveyed the huge library and finally found a book that seemed interesting enough to read. "Mafia and Mafiosi by Henner Hess" With a book in my hand, I walked back to Alessandro’s seat to read but halted in my steps as I saw him already sitting on it.