Dennis Lehane Books Novels & Stories

“Unless the great Mafia Don is only good at ordering executions from behind a desk.” Drake’s eyes darkened completely, a low, dangerous chuckle escaping his chest. “Careful, Donna. Your mouth is writing checks your skill can’t cash yet.”

would never have ventured into such places, let alone rescued Derek. Yet she took my place and impersonated me as the person who saved Derek's life. The memories, a relentless tide of pain, fueled my resolve. I clenched my fists, wiped away the last traces of tears and dialed a number. "Dennis Hoppe," I said, my voice steady, "Capo of the new rising east coast mafia. You're the man who took down two gambling dens in the south within a week, and the one who wiped out the Fernando family in a single night.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

“Gather every possible soldier you can and swarm every likely place a Mafia business can take place. I believe Elias is in New York. Find him.” I disconnected the call and rushed downstairs. Eros had returned to Manhattan and Orazio had left for Philadelphia an hour ago, but Dom had stayed behind, despite his Friday schedule of dropping his sister at his mother’s house in Boston. He knew I needed him to keep me strong—enough to punish Leona this time. And Bella. “Have you found Leona’s real name yet?” I asked, standing before the glass table while Dom remained seated on the recliner, busy on his phone.

Why am I so bothered by her? We arrived at the casino. It was just as Enzo had said. The whole place was covered in blood. It was a good thing law enforcement was on our payroll, if not, this would have ended badly. “Have someone clean this up, and take care of that FBI thing--” “Williams is not picking up sir.” “What do you mean he's not picking up?” Williams was the police chief. He took care of covering up crimes so they were never reported. No matter how much investigation was done about me, it always ended with me being escorted out of the station a free man.

“His cross. That ain’t just bling, Claudine. That’s a goddamn USB drive. Holds everything. His dirty secrets, his connections, the whole rotten empire, every illegal deal, everything the feds need to dismantle the entire Vancouver Mafia operation.” “He wears it all the time right?” Drey shook his head. “Not usually. Only when things are serious. And trust me, with the fireworks going off in that casino tonight? Things are serious. He’ll be wearing it.” He leaned in, kissing her hard and fast. “I’ll be across the street, waiting. You get that evidence, we hand it to the feds, and we are gone. For good.” Claudine looked down at her trembling hands. “Why are you doing this, Drey? All of this… f

No daylight, no damn ventilation, just me, four walls, and the lingering scent of piss and betrayal. I wasn’t chained up like some criminal. No, they wanted me alive enough to bleed slowly. I clenched my jaw, as my thoughts drifted somewhere else with blood crusted at the corner of my mouth, the metallic taste making me growl. The only thing ringing in my head louder than the news broadcast was one word: Alessia and The White Book. That file was my damn insurance policy and my last resort to destroy everything that existed in the Mafia Family. A powerful ledger so vile, so goddamn explosive it would make the FBI piss their pants and make the Mafia run for cover.