Fargo Series Real Story Novels & Stories

For ten years, my legs ached like they were being sawed off every time it rained. It was a hidden injury from walking to all those churches. But I never complained. It was the price I paid to pray for my dead love. Until today. On the TV screen of a rundown motel, I saw Julian, who was supposed to be resting at the bottom of the lake. The headline screamed: Ascension Ceremony for the New Don of Chicago's Biggest Mafia, the Falcone Family.

“We’re no one now. Just an omega who can’t even provide Melting Moon with an heir either, he’d throw us out like Jalen did.” Sage growled, a low sound of fury. We are not nothing. We are strong. We bled in the dirt. We built shelter with our own hands. I told you. We killed rogues with tooth and claw. You think that makes us less? It makes us more. The conviction in Sage’s voice lit a tiny flame in Evandra’s chest. But it was drowned almost instantly by the weight of her doubt. “I can’t do this again,” she murmured, curling tighter. “I won’t survive it.”

She said that they would manage the sarees and told us to do our other shopping. I winked at my sweet mom and came out with Maurvi. We decided to get something to eat as I was really hungry. We were going to some food joint when I saw Sagar. He was talking to someone on phone. He looked a bit upset, it seemed that he was trying to convince someone. I went up to him and he gave a small smile to us. He was still talking on the phone. We went into a famous fast food eating joint. I told them to sit and I went to order food and drinks for all three of us.

Slowly, carefully, I lowered the barrel of my gun. "Mateo.” I said, keeping my voice even, channeling every ounce of control I had learned in the underworld. "It's over. The world heard her. The FBI heard her. You have no narrative left. If you pull that trigger, you don't walk out of this room as a grieving husband. You walk out in a body bag." "I am Mateo Santiago!" He screamed, his grip on her throat tightening until Isabella choked out a breath. "I built an empire! I don't lose to underworld trash like you!"

As each day ticked on by so did a little piece of hope that I would be seeing him again. I really thought we had something. Jen watches me for a moment. “I can’t believe he didn’t call you.” “I can,” I mutter sadly. “I knew he was too good to be true.” I fake a smile. “You know the old saying—what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” I shrug. “And besides, he lives in Texas.” “Do you think he really lived in Texas, or was that another lie?” I raise my eyebrows at the depressing thought. “God, probably another lie. He’s not a fucking mechanic. I know that for certain. Who knows what else he lied about?”

He even took a bullet for me once. I was moved. And I was tired of the loveless arranged marriages of our world. The day I agreed to be with him, he said he felt like he had conquered the world. Turns out I was just the mark in his long con. For him, I defied my father and rejected an alliance with the powerful Falcone family. For him, I used my family's connections to help him legitimize his casinos. I thought we were Romeo and Juliet. Turns out, it was all just a well-played con.

My dignity was already trampled, and I am just a sex slave of a murderer. While Terrence is already successful in life and recognized by many, I am just a piece of trash compared to him. My heart almost broke with those thoughts. My world seemed to crumble when I was hit with the truth that I was no longer the old Farah Jimenez who was whole and innocent in the world around me. I am a slut. A whore of Lance Dominguez! After the conversation and some laughter, I said goodbye to Leah because the person who was going to pick me up was coming. It was with a heavy heart that I said goodbye to her and she was even about to go to work.

“Hello, Peter, did something happen? Desmond has been arrested.” “Dad, something has happened! I’ve been removed from my post. Now, representatives from the two bureaus are waiting for me by the door. You must save me!” Peter’s cry for help was heard over the phone. Bob became drenched in cold sweat when he heard this! Desmond Fargo had kept a low profile for many years and was responsible for facilitating the Yates family’s actions. That was especially true for the deals they were to make in the future. Bob had also sent Peter into the system for the same purpose. However, Peter had now been arrested as well!

His mother could barely be seen in the background. “Mother fucker.” Douggie growled. “Everything okay? Johnson asked as Douggie grabbed his phone and dialed a number. “Go get your squad together. We’re about to go arrest the Fargo’s.” Someone came on the other end of the line, and he moved his phone and focused his attention. “Sheriff, Hank Fargo is at the Morgan City Inn.” He was only vaguely aware of the other man leaving the conference room. As Gina did whatever she was doing on her end, Douggie pulled on his uniform jacket and grabbed his keys.

Fargo took off the glasses and smashed it to pieces disconnecting the live video. "What do you think you're doing?" He asked as he rained slaps on Arthur's face. Arthur groaned loudly in pain. "I'm unveiling who you truly are to the world." "I'll kill you." Fargo said angrily as he sent Arthur crashing on the ground with another blow. Arthur spat blood. "You shouldn't have touched my family." Fargo took out a pocket knife, "I'll let you experience pain and beg me to kill you."