Gio James Gardner Novels & Stories

“Miss Garrison, did Charlene introduce you to her date that evening.” “She must have done but I don’t remember.” My eyes flashed and my mind raced. I knew exactly where Gideon was going to take this but there was no stopping it. “Miss Garrison, can you tell this court what you told Charlene that evening?” “I don’t know. It was months ago. I didn’t know many people that well. I can’t remember those conversations.” “Charlene remembers you talking about being broken into back home and how it excited you.” “That’s a lie!”

Just the mention of the Gardners’ of Novemton could stir fear in people. “Ms. Nadine, something bad happened!” An old man in a butler attire walked into the room and said to Nadine who was seated before the dressing table. Upon hearing this, Nadine furrowed her beautiful eyebrows. “Yale, what could’ve happened that’s so serious? Is all this panic really necessary?” The old man’s name was Fraser Yale. He was the butler of Fowler House and also Nadine’s subordinate. He was part of the Gardner family and had always worked for the family.

“I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.” I watched Cornelius and Felix taking everything in. “So who is this man that is after you and why?” Cornelius asked. I nodded and continued my story. “I found out that the man that is after me is Joseph King. Apparently, he is a very big gangster i

WRITER’S POV A man in his early forties is in his house when he heard a sudden knock on the door. His name is Detective Joha. Once a public detective but retired by himself when he couldn’t bear to watch the injustice in the police department. Certain he was expecting no visitor, he stood still for seconds wondering who it could be. But when the knock came again repeatedly, he knew whomever was knocking wouldn’t leave until he steps out. He firstly peeped through the tiny door hole but whoever was knocking was smart enough to shield his face from the angle of the door hole.

“My marriage to him is no secret to any of you. I need to know.” Vivian’s eyes flickered with something—was it pity? Her lips pressed together tightly as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Mr. Giordano doesn’t share much, not even with people who have known him for years,” she said carefully. “He’s always been… private.” I scoffed softly. Private. That was an understatement. “So, there’s nothing more to him? Has he always been like this—cold?” She paused, then shook her head. “My mom has worked with him for ten years now, and I always visited. He wasn’t all smiley, but Mr. Giordano was the sweetest man. He was carefree.”

An elderly but good looking man greeted as he walked over to us. "Good evening Mr. Hudson and happy birthday," Philip replied with a smile. Undoubtedly the celebrant. "Thank you, son, I'm assuming this beautiful young lady beside you is your wife." I smiled at him, "Happy birthday Sir, I'm Giordana Forbes, Philip's wife." He accepted my outstretched hand. "Babe I'd like you to meet Mr. Denver Hudson my mentor and business partner, Mr. Hudson like she said, this is Giordana Forbes, my beautiful wife."

A stray tear rolled down my cheek. He chuckled but the sound held no humor. It was pure evil and had every hair on my body standing on end, "As much as you fucked up, you're still an asset. You have an eye for design. That's why you'll be assisting Jaxon with his design." Using the pads of my fingers to brush away my fallen tears, I whipped my head toward Gunnar who had an award-winning grin on his stupid face, "I can't do that. I'm not qualified and..."