Dennis Lehane Books Novels & Stories

It is time. Yes, it is time. What she had been expecting had finally come. Why does Alessia want The Black Book? The legendary Black Book contains the past histories of each leader of the powerful Mafia families — The Dante's who were in charge of hard drugs, the Russo's who were in charge of assassinations, the Fernandez's who were in charge of illegal oil business and the Santini’s who were in charge of assassinations too. Only with the help of The Black Book would she be able to achieve her aim. Her goal is to utilize the secrets in the Black Book to protect her growing family and play the other mafia families dirty.

Author’s Pov:- 24 hours back, San Francisco. “I'm extremely happy for your help, Nikolai,” The American mob boss said with a beaming face. He had been requesting the Russian don a hand in tackling the Irish mafia for months. There has been a conflict happening between these two mafia groups for a decade. “Christopher, I only accepted your request because of the help you offered in the past… in Boris’s case,” Nikolai said, Everyone sitting around the oval-shaped conference table was watching Nikolai with respect and a hint of fear in their eyes. Nikolai is one of the most feared and respected dons in the underworld mafia. He’s known to keep his promises and also the bloodshed he creates if so

Sherly listened attentively as the reporter's voice filled the vehicle, detailing the recent events in the ongoing mafia conflict. "The latest reports indicate that the long-standing rivalry between the Vile Mafia and the Rui Lin Mafia has reached a violent climax," the reporter announced gravely. Sherly looked out of the window, as she already knew its content. "In a decisive battle earlier today, the Rui Lin Mafia emerged victorious, effectively dismantling the Vile Mafia's hold on the city."

I close my eyes and down the content of my glass, and then look at her again. “I met with all the leaders of the mafia factions of New York,” I say, and she opens her eyes widely. I know she is painting a thousand scenarios in her head. “And I came out as Tobias' assassin, and it didn’t go very well,” I say, and she has one hand over her mouth. Shit, I don’t want her worried.

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But who knew within less than a year heÕd be dipping his wick in the townÕs hot new detective. She couldnÕt find fault with either of them, and sheÕd set anybody straight who did. It wasnÕt his fault that his wife was a murdering sod now, was it? And where is it written that he had to mourn her after all she did? Of course, the new lovers were all anyone in town could talk about before the murder happened, but none of them had the nerve to say spit in RileyÕs presence, or heÕd give them hell. The boy always did have a wild streak. ÒWhat brings you two out this way? You catch that jackass, what killed our little Melissa yet?Ó Since neither 0f them had answered Lenore as yet, she thought to as

Elena ran through the pre-dawn streets, the black ledger pressed against her ribs like a second heart. Her lungs burned. Her legs screamed. But she couldn't stop. Not until the evidence was safe. Not until Dante's sacrifice meant something. She found an all-night diner on the edge of Little Italy, the same greasy spoon where she'd made contact with Chen weeks ago. The booth in the back corner was still sticky with syrup, the jukebox still playing sad old Sinatra. She slid in, ordered black coffee she wouldn't drink, and pulled out the prepaid phone.

Killing a woman who posts no threats to her is too much. As the hired man approached Marie Arnold, his footsteps echoing softly in the dimly lit alleyway, he felt a familiar surge of adrenaline coursing through his veins. He had always been killing, and this is the same feeling he always feels whenever he is about to kill someone. He knew what he had been tasked to do, but as he drew closer to his target, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling of doubt that gnawed at the edges of his conscience.

"I only said they deserved to die. I didn't kill them. I hadn't even made my move yet, and they just… died. Like the universe decided enough was enough. "I'm not gonna lie anymore. I wanted to kill them, yes. I planned to. But I never got the chance. I don't know why they died before I even touched them." "Hannah." Alex's voice came again. Not cold this time, but steady. Too steady. I raised my head, eyes stinging, and through the blur, I saw it. He was holding a phone in his hand. The screen was cracked, caked with dirt and dark stains. My heart lurched. It was Mike's phone.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.