Gabriel Allon Series Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 96 DANIEL “I can’t wait to see the look on his face” Neo said, and we burst out laughing. I was filling Neo and Jacob in on my plans for when we got to the city. I have been silently planning Gabriel’s downfall for years, and now it was finally falling in place. After Bella told me about Safe Haven, I put in an offer and purchased the place. The place was very close to her heart, and I didn’t want it to go down when he did. I have my people on that end overseeing it and making sure that everything and everyone there is well taken care of. We were going to leave closer to the time of the anniversary celebrations, but when I received the invitation to the conference, I decided to get m

“Regardless of what you telling me, it's not going to leave this bedroom.” “These walls have ears, and if you think that anything that you say is not known to others, you are very wrong. This place is not a place for you to mess around or to think that you have the privacy or the silence or solitude. Everything they you say is heard. Every move that you make is calculated and one mistake can end up being fatal.” She said, almost like a warning. But then she chose to continue. “The war. His father. The betrayal. This place. Take your pick. Nolan’s always been... composed, sharp, focused, but he used to be human under all of that. Now? I’m not sure he even remembers what softness feels like. I

As long as I have you, I’ll fight until the last brick falls. Gabriel met his gaze, heart twisting with equal parts fear and longing. For a moment, the world outside the lawsuits, the betrayals, the threats faded. All that remained was the fire between them. But in the shadows of the city, Julian Blackwell smiled, watching from afar as his pawns moved into place. The war had only just begun.

Rain drummed softly against the tall windows of the east wing, and the city beyond was cloaked in a gray mist, its vibrant chaos muted as if it too sensed the danger ahead. Gabriel stood in the grand library, his jacket draped over a velvet chair, eyes fixed on the documents spread across the desk. Names, figures, and coded notes lay scrawled across the pages proof of the tangled web his father had left behind and of the vultures circling now to tear at what remained. His hand tightened around the glass of whiskey he hadn’t yet touched. This meeting was inevitable. Neutral ground, they had called it, though he knew better. Nothing about tonight would be neutral.

Morning light passed through stained-glass windows, painting fractured colours across the floor. Gabriel approached the altar. “Our mother showed me this hiding place shortly before she became ill.” He removed a marble panel beneath the statue of the Virgin Mary. A waterproof container rested inside the hollow space. Alessia lifted it out. The final ledger was smaller than Sofia’s original book. Gabriel had filled every page with payment dates, account numbers and names connected to Moretti operations. Several entries were recent. Alessia’s heart sank. “Dante knew these payments continued.” “He inherited the system,” Gabriel said. “Whether he maintained it willingly is another question.”

The sound of bones cracking to my left echoed off the trees before a thick arm wound around my waist. From the corner of my eye, Gabriel stood tall in all his glory. Seemingly unaware of his nudity, he stood there as authority oozed off of him in waves causing small bumps along my skin. “Annabelle is under the best protection. He will never be able to get to her.” Growled Gabriel.

"Nobody does, not anymore, not after this many years of her staying hidden. But if she's the one behind Fiona's sudden reappearance, behind the attacks on Vincent's estate, behind every convenient piece of misfortune that's fallen on this family in the last twenty years — then you and I are not the ones running this war, Christopher. We never were. We're pieces someone else is moving." I sat there, my hands pressed flat against my knees to keep them from shaking. Everything I'd built my plan on — the alliance with Gabriel, the leverage over Elena, the information I'd traded away about Vincent's past just days ago — suddenly felt like a child's game compared to what Gabriel was describing so

“I am in my house, miss. You are the one who barged in here to cause trouble. How can I be annoying?” “Because you are holding her hostage after killing her father!” “For the last time!” Ace’s amusement melts like an ice cream cone on a hot summer afternoon. “I did not kill that man!” Allison folds her arms. She stares him in the air. “You and I know that Gabriel didn’t just die from a heart attack.” “That’s right.” “So you admit that you killed him?” “Someone else did!” My hands drop to my sides. “What!”

Gabriel got down on his knees, even though everyone was looking at him with a strange look on their faces. “I’m not your friend,” Kayson said. Just as he was about to turn his head around and ignore him, Gabriel added, “Mr. Yarde! Wilson and the Allens are joining forces to attack Wolfenden Corp. Are you sure you don’t want to hear about that?” Kayson stopped in his tracks and frowned. “What’s it about?” Gabriel let out a sigh of relief and continued hastily. “The Allens sent someone to take over the forces left by Sir Horacio.

The scent of old parchment and wood filled the air. I ran my fingers along the spines of thick, weathered books, searching for anything that might stand out. Think, Evelyn. Gabriel had always been calculated. He didn’t act alone — someone had helped him move into the pack well guarded walls. There had to be a pattern, a trail I could follow. I pulled out a ledger, its leather cover cracked with age. Flipping through the pages, I scanned the names and notes, but nothing stood out. Frustration prickled at the back of my neck.