Fire Upper East Side Today Novels & Stories

… At night, the looks in Elliot's eyes darkened as he burned through cigarette after cigarette. He wanted to be a good man, but the gods had not rewarded him for it; instead, there were always people who tried to challenge his boundaries. If that was the case, he might as well continue being the bad guy. He put out the cigarette and made a phone call. "Where is Charlie now?" "He is at a dinner meeting." "Keep your eyes on him." "Yes, Mr. Foster. Do you have any further instructions for me?" "Yes." At three in the morning, one of the high-end residential buildings in the city center caught on fire, followed by horrifying explosions from where the fire had started.

~~KEANU~~ "How the fuck did that happen?" The words came out harsher than I intended, causing Ethel to flinch a little. "That plant has one of the highest-grade fire protection systems in the country." "I don't have all the details yet," Edwards answered, "but from what the fire chief told me, the two workers were caught inside during the night shift. They couldn't get out in time." My jaw clenched. "What time did this start?"

Which means no one will see until my distraction is well on it’s way. It’s at the start of the second game the fire really kicks up way bigger than I was expecting it to, sweeping along the rooftops of all the buildings on the west side of Main Street and even jumping across on flaming sparks and flying debris and catching all but another two on the east side. But it’s not until a flyball out into right field that someone sees the smoke, billowing black and swept the opposite direction that the alarm goes up. Then it’s a mad frenzy as mothers collect their children and the volunteer fire department—most of whom are suited up for the ball games that day—drop their equipment and race from the

He’s cooking a regular noodle. “Do you want anything for dinner?” “Nah, I’m okay with this. This is just perfect since it’s pretty cold today. Maybe add some egg on the soup?” Florian nodded in agreement before he opened the fridge to get the eggs. I sashayed to the living room and left him cooking in the kitchen. When I opened the television, the local news immediately greeted me. A reporter was standing a few meters in front of a burning building. I read the news and realized the fire wasn’t that far from here. It’s in Sta. Rita, a neighboring town beside Willowvale.

“We retaliated.” “The cartel or you personally?” “I was involved.” “I didn’t know that.” He inhaled. “Yeah, it wasn’t something I wanted to talk about. We kept waiting for a response from Ivan Kozlov, the boss of the bratva. The lack of reaction was grating on me—too quiet. You know what I mean?” I sat at his side, the warmth of his leg against mine. “Did something happen?” Aléjandro leaned forward, supporting his head with his hands, his elbows on his knees. “Our apartment building caught fire early this morning.”

Lucy’s voice filtered in from the living room. My brow furrowed and I got up, leaving my project mostly done. Hector’s brow was furrowed as he walked by me. He headed down the stairs but not before patting me on the shoulder on his way by. I skipped the last stair as I headed into the living room. Felix turned on the TV as Bryan and Vale walked in from outside. The news station was covering a fire live. The smoke billowing from the building was black and the flames were so high I was surprised that the camera crew were so close.

Kingston Earlier That Same Day I hadn’t even made it through my morning coffee when Rock burst through my office doors, his face pale and tight like he was holding something back—something bad. “What happened?” I asked, standing before the words even finished leaving my mouth. But I already knew the answer. Rock wouldn’t come into my office unannounced unless it involved her. “There was a fire,” he said. “At Cora’s old apartment. It happened sometime a few hours ago.”

Will asked. Foley lowered the spyglass, shook his head. “Not yet. We’ve got time.” Foley was referring to the tide: the river outside the bottom lock gate was still lower than the basin above. The boiling clouds in the west glowed a deep, malignant red, as if the fire had spread to the sky. Columns of black smoke rose in the distance over the roofs and chimneys of warehouses and offices. The city was burning, its citizenry fleeing. Will wondered how much would be left after tonight. Would life ever be the same after this epidemic? And if they failed . . .

That wasn’t good. “I need to take this,” I muttered, already rising from the chair. Tamara arched a brow. “You’re not even gonna finish your food? Wow, must be serious.” I didn’t answer. Walked straight out the side doors and lit a cigarette before I called back. The second he answered, I could hear sirens. “Serg?” “Boss, it’s bad. One of our clubs in Palermo. Whole front went up. Fire started inside, like they planted something. No casualties, but it’s strange… we tried tracing the cause but it's obviously a message.”

By the time I returned to my Manhattan apartment, it was already deep into the night. I booked a random hotel, washed up, and fell into a dazed sleep. In the early hours of the morning, I was jolted awake by a frantic phone call. My boss sounded both anxious and excited. “Elena, something’s happened in the East District. The Vitale and Lanza families are exchanging fire at a church on the outskirts. I know that’s your fiancé’s territory, but if you can get an exclusive shot…”