Dolan's Cadillac Book Novels & Stories

I wonder how much that would cost. “Drink?” Car Dude calls from the kitchen. He’s a lot like Blue Shades, so much so that a part of me keeps confusing them. He paid our bill—three glasses of dry white wine, my mocha and a cheese board—and picked us up in a vintage Dodge Challenger. He isn’t wearing loafers. Still, the image stays. “Whatever’s long and hard,” my mother says, and giggles. She looks at me with her happy, cheeky look that says don’t worry—she’ll share.

Cassandra’s POV Twenty minutes later and we were driving through downtown in Dillon’s car. It was a Ferrari with luxurious tan leather seats. Dillon professed his love for sports car as we ripped down the street. “Some people say they’re overpriced, but I don’t know. If you love something it has value, right? So I see their value. I have an entire collection.” “Of sports cars?” I laughed. “Yup. You should come see it sometime.”

She would just pick the cheapest thing when the time came. She called Renee and explained that something had come up, preventing her from continuing their art exhibition visit. Then, she got into a Cadillac parked by the entrance. She recognized this car – it was a Count Dracula special edition, costing three million dollars. Elaine was stunned; it seemed like she inadvertently saved someone important.

I'd burn every last one of them to the ground before I let them touch her. The rumble of the muscle car echoes off the houses as we pull up to O'Brien's place. Connell gives me a nod before parking at the top of the street, his eyes already scanning for trouble. I ease the Chevelle into the driveway, my hands still tingling from gripping that pristine leather steering wheel. "Not bad for a biker boy," Dolores says, a hint of teasing in her voice. "Your old man taught me everything I know about classics." The words catch in my throat as I follow her inside.

Kelly paused as she reached out to take my hand in hers, with a worried expression. I was startled by this Kindness, shocked that Kelly could ever be this nice, or we could be close enough for her to advise me like this. "I overheard something about Don Luciano getting a bride and I am also sure that you guys did something in that study because I can smell him all over you," Kelly said and I gulped down the saliva that gathered in my mouth, knowing I was so screwed.

Various vials and flasks lined the shelves, containing strange, glowing liquids. A large, wooden desk sat in the center of the room, covered in papers and maps. Dolion's eyes wandered to a large, leather-bound book that lay open on the desk. The pages were filled with intricate drawings and notes, detailing the history of the Lycan world. As he changed into a simple tunic and pants, Dolion's thoughts turned to his mother. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was responsible for her condition, that he had failed her in some way.

"Don Corleone isn't that kind of person. His feelings for you—" "Feelings?" I chuckled lightly. Then, I sent him the screenshots from Lina's feed. I continued, "See for yourself. Her contact name for him is 'Don Mio'. He gives her 50 thousand dollars as a monthly allowance, and he never misses a holiday transfer. He even stays overnight at her apartment instead of handling the so-called Brodlyn territory issue." There was a long silence on the other end of the line. Marco eventually exhaled heavily. "I understand, Freya. What do you want to do? Do you need my help?"

Actually what's wrong with him but Michelle realized this was not the right time to ask the man anything. This girl realized that Dollan was in a bad mood right now. She didn't want to make her brother feel even more dizzy. *** "Do you know who he is? He is Dollan Machaely, a guy millionaire with a million charms that can make any straight woman fall in love with him." Alexandra had taken a photo of the man she had secretly gave her to her best friend, Leonardo. Leonardo is the CEO of a company who is Dollan's opponent in the business world.

Dolan blushed while glancing at Lucian, still holding Latton's hand as if he didn't want to let go. He checked the time, and then said, "You have to leave now." Lucian didn't want to leave Latton alone with him, as he was aware that Latton was attracted to Dolan's appearance. "Those blue eyes," Lucian mumbled to himself. As if Dolan could sense his envy, he then says, "I can assure you Mr. Caldwell that I'm a professional. I won't do unethical things to my patients. No matter how attractive they are."

I blurt out without shame. But Henry Cavill is indeed hot. "Better not let Don hear you say that." I smile at Landon. "Don already knows. If Henry Cavill is sex on the beach, Don Wolfe is a god." "Okay, nope, I don't want to hear any more of you and Don's sex life." I chuckle and sit back beside Solomon, who is swiping his tablet. "You seem calm when you almost try to kill Landon," I tell him. "If I get my mind off killing that bastard, then yeah, I'm calm." He's calm but still