End Game David Baldacci Novels & Stories

I removed my hand and tried to act cool like nothing just happened. "Come on, Maggie ,let's go." Sebastian said to his sister. Maggie nodded. "Yeah, let me get our food first." She turned towards the counter to collect their order. Sebastian brushed past us, taking the bag of food from Maggie with one hand and walking out of Wendy's without another word, his sister following behind him. The bell above the door jingled as it closed behind them. The tension was thick enough to choke on. For a moment, the diner went quiet. I could feel every pair of eyes on us, and it made my skin crawl.

The tunnel progressed slowly and an egg was visible on Ben’s sack signaling she was ready to lay it, but David make her hold on it until they reached a safe space, he lightly said his last orders before disconnecting, feeling very bored of the game already. Back to the endless grassland he laid on the ground and closed his eyes for a second to think about his experiences, everything that happened, and the game he was expecting so much from… “Alex, call this number please,” he said the number of his brother’s phone and waited a couple of seconds before his voice sounded against his ear. “Sup David, enjoying your game?” “Open a Conference room, I need to drink some coffee with urgency” “Coming

Aiden let out a sigh while taking a deep breath. "Officer, she is the culprit. Arrest her." Mr. Aiden poked his finger. Noah looked at him with wide eyes while hearing him say—ARREST HER. Merry and her team came here to arrest David and end his game. But everything turned upside-down. The game turned from their hands. David is in the lead, now. To be continued.

David said, forcibly removing Alea's hands from his body. "Don't be hypocritical, David! Weren't you the one who started this game? Tonight, I want you!" Alea teased, playing with her fingers on David's half-opened shirt. Meanwhile, David could only look at the woman before him with concern. Alea's mood was a mess because of Darian and Fahira's wedding. What could David do about it? All he knew was that he worried about the heartbroken woman in front of him.

“Fred and the Sheriff were here? How are the investigations going?” “Well, it turns out that Fred would make a good investigative officer. He was able to come up with information and you’ll be shocked to hear what he found out about the case.” David told June. “Tell me.” David pulled her to himself and caressed her left thigh and then slid his right hand into her dress. He traced his fingers up and was soon shifting her pantie to the side. “I’ll tell you everything right after a quickie.” She licked her lips and let out a gasp after his hand made it to her clit. “Oh David, I’m going to miss this.” She moaned.

“Try me. I know exactly what this coin unlocks—and if you don’t believe me, you can kill me right here.” The tension reached a boiling point. Derrick lowered his gun slightly, suspicion and interest warring on his face. “You’re either very brave or very stupid, David.” Lillian held her breath, everything hinging on this moment. And then, in the blink of an eye, **David acted**. He lunged forward, knocking the box from Alistair’s hand and sending it tumbling to the ground. The sudden movement sent shockwaves through the clearing. Derrick fired a shot, but David rolled to the side, dodging it as the bullet hit the ground beside him.

I replay it in my head, searching my memory for any association—business, enemies, lawyers, distant relatives but come up empty. Unless my mother has finally lost her patience and decided to send a hired killer to finish me off, who knows what Victoria’s silence could mean but I doubt anyone named Alec is here to shoot me in cold blood. Still, with my family, anything is possible. “Send him up, David,” I reply after a beat. “Thank you.” The line disconnects.

“Convenient timing for a moral epiphany.” Damien glanced at the rearview mirror. “Leon was never the endgame. He’s a puppet. The real architect, the one who started Project Cumulus, the one who’s been manipulating all of us, is someone far worse.” Ryle, seated in the passenger seat, turned slightly. “Who?” Damien hesitated, then said, “Ever heard of Crescent Protocol?” Lily stiffened. The name rang a distant bell, something from the files they’d recovered weeks ago. Redacted lines, shadow budgets, files that didn’t belong anywhere.

“I am here to remind you about your appointment this afternoon at Halcyon Hotel." Genevieve’s fingers tightened on the paper. “Will Dominic be there?” Delilah tilted her head. “Halcyon is his playground. He designed every inch, down to the hidden security feeds in the walls, so even if you don’t see him, he’ll see you.” The thought made Genevieve’s stomach tighten. She nodded, more to herself than Delilah. “Then I’ll make sure he sees what he needs to.” ---

It was not locked. “Yeah, but it’s not like he’s a saint. He’s a killer. He killed Dalton and so many others. He wiped out your entire pack. If anything, you should be the one locking him and his daughter in a shack to rot and die.” Jade scoffed lightly. I opened the door of the cabin and walked in. Jade was right in my tracks. “Hello?” I called out in a soft voice. “Shh, Lucia. What are you doing? Trying to get whoever that may be in here to kill us?” He asked.