Dennis Lehane Books Ranked Novels & Stories

Crime? In his case crime really did pay it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money but because like he had said he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in waves.

I feel my hands sweating with nervousness. I can hear the cars stopping in front of the house. Slowly I walk to the wall-size windows, and I peak out. I am curious to see my future dear husband. One thing is for sure. He should sleep with one eye open because I might kill him in his sleep and become a black widow. I have no problem with that. I close my eyes, shaking my head. I think my books have a bad influence on me. This would be a good plot. I make a mental note to write that story. A mafia story. Who knows. It might even be a best-selling story.

The man from my kitchen stops walking toward me, then changes direction. Now he's moving methodically through the crowd. Checking faces. Checking hands. Searching for something. The room goes quiet. The kind of quiet that happens when everyone realizes someone they don't like is going to point at them. I try to blend in with the other servers. Duck my head. Make myself small. It doesn't work. He stops directly in front of me. Doesn't say anything. He just pulls out that leather notebook, and shows me what he wrote: Where did you find this?

His territory got breached and his selling grounds were being tainted by cut product. They were all starting to suspect that there might be a snitch in the family, but no one wanted to admit it. He sighed in exasperation and dried his hands. If there was a snitch, he would have to suspect everyone close to him, even his siblings. Kieran Teague was the boss of the Irish mob. His territory was expanding way too close to the Bratva, so he started wondering if they were behind the attack. But that in itself would not make sense. Dimitri Baranov owned more than half of New York. What would The Bishop of New York need with Kieran’s small birthright of Hell’s Kitchen?

Shrewsbury The Third Twin: A Dark Psychological Thriller by Darren Speegle Aletheia: A Supernatural Thriller by J.S. Breukelaar Where the Dead Go to Die by Mark Allan Gunnells and Aaron Dries Sarah Killian: Serial Killer (For Hire!) by Mark Sheldon The Final Cut by Jasper Bark Blackwater Val by William Gorman Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy by Mercedes M. Yardley Nameless: The Darkness Comes by Mercedes M. Yardley

“Inform deputy chief Bishop of this mess. The NYPD might come in handy if this reaches the media.” “Okay.” One look at his face and I knew he had been dying to ask me. “Go ahead. Ask what you have to do ?” He shrugged. “How did you know it was the Ivanovs?” “Did you see that poor motherfucker’s face when I mentioned them?” “But you sounded so sure of it. How did you know?” “Like two families rule New York collectively as Cosa Nostra, Bratva is ruled by three families, bonded by a very fickle alliance. Human trafficking, however, is rooted deep within only one of the families.”

I insisted in on the laptop that had come with it. I found a bunch of files about various people including Donald Dante, Lord and other names I only recognized because they were very important people. I realized Vincent had given me classified information about the cartels and some big companies of which was also the general. I felt a wave of relief as I opened the General’s file. I had been so worried about the case but now, I had the upper hand and knew exactly what to do to win the case. The only question that remained at the back of my mind was why Vincent Vincenzo had left me with this information.