Dennis Lehane Novels Novels & Stories

he said, raising an eyebrow. The air left my lungs. “Theo Gaspard…the billionaire and mafia don. He doesn't shows his face in public and he knew their schedules…he knew where I lived!” “This was the choice, but it was not a choice at all, and my only role was to agree,” I bit my lips, as I furrowed my brows together. I felt a warm hand on my palm under the counter. I knew it was Lea’s. “Don’t,” she whispered, squeezing my hand a little.

“I’ll parade her in front of the cameras, show her clutching her rosary, while I’ll tell every reporter and podcaster about a spiteful ADA who is too lazy to go after real criminals. “A man so soft that he’d rather target vulnerable, innocent young ex-nuns who are doing their best to survive, instead of going after the drug dealers killing their babies.” Nolan narrows his eyes. “Are you threatening me?” “Then,” I go on, ignoring him. “Just when you think the outrage is dying down-” I throw my briefcase on the table and take out my own photographs -“these will hit the news. Assistant District Attorney Nolan sleeps with Judge Baker, exchanging sexual favours for special treatment.”

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?

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.

The sixth sense of a woman who moved among underworld forces was normally inseparable from vigilance. While Vincenzo Corleone was handling business in the study, his personal phone vibrated once. It was an encrypted number with no contact name. When the screen lit up, I caught a glimpse of the message preview. The two words read, "Miss you." Vincenzo reached to turn off the screen almost instantly, his gaze flickering momentarily. Then, he returned to his paperwork, as if nothing happened.

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

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

“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

Yeah, he'd learned to practice patience, but dealing with the police while they questioned Betty had just about driven him to the edge of reason. He opened the car door for her, holding her elbow as she climbed in. Daylight had waned, and the parking garage was dimly lit, the sound of other hospital visitors echoing through the cement structures. Betty listened for other things. Furtive footballs on the pavement. The click of a gun safety being released. The slide of fabric or the soft huff is a breath. Someone had tried to kill Dan just a few weeks ago, and there was no reason to believe that person would be content to let him live. The road went quiet as he stepped around the car. The soun