Gotham Alfred Pennyworth Novels & Stories

Who knows what the real reason was now. Within those two months, Alfred began to act strangely, and I noticed that money was being freely given to Ivy in large sums. Last week, he took her to a lavish party at the Lycan Kingdom, which was where the problem happened. Alfred, who was drunk, attacked an officer who was flirting with Ivy. The Lycan King, Darren Weston, ordered Alfred to turn himself in for punishment.

He turned and glared at the other one who was still seated. "Where is my money, little Thawne?" I snapped my eyes back to the Handsome...Did I say handsome? When I left Snow Hill for New York, I found out a secret. On my dead father wanted to hide forever. He had used me as collateral. He borrowed some money from Alexander Tyrone, a man who was known all over the streets and probably the whole world. A Mafia Leader, not just any Mafia. The Italian Mafia as a whole. When he visited me one day, I stabbed him in the leg and ran off with just a measly fifty dollars.

A towering figure appeared at the door—Dayton’s master and the ex-chief of the Viper’s Den Butterworth Branch, Alfonso. Jude saw the scene before he walked out and he grinned. He nodded at Alfonso and said, “Alfonso, Dayton is your disciple after all. I think he’s just hot-headed. You should just teach him a lesson so that he knows what he did wrong. Try not to be too harsh on the kid.” “If you say so. I’ll spare his life!” Alfonso accepted the bank card from Jude that contained ten million and nodded. He then approached Dayton, who appeared utterly devastated.

He asked, annoyed. “Mr. Genovese doesn’t meet without an appointment. His assistant will be here in a few minutes.” The man said and Alfred sighed. The door opened precisely after two minutes, and Sebastian’s assistant entered the room. “How may we assist you?” He sat behind the mahogany desk. “There is this girl and I want her dead! I’ll pay three million dollars in advance. Just make her disappear.” Alfred said. “What’s her name? Do you have a picture?” The assistant asked, and Alfred presented the photograph in his direction.

I took in the environment and saw everyone at work but they immediately stopped whenever I got close to greet me, well if they didn't know the consequences. I walked down to the basement where there are cells and my beautiful torment room. Alfred was already in there chained to a chair. You must be wondering what he did, let me explain, Alfred was a bartender who owned a lot of money because of his Dad yet he couldn't meet up with the deadline to pay.

He didn't strike me as the knight in shining armor. That was Anthony. “If he's alone in there we have enough to nab him and that rogue, and we can make him watch while we take turns with the Luna wench.” Alfred snarled, and I made a noise of approval in my throat. “And if he isn't? Don't underestimate your enemies, dear boy. If there is one thing I know it's that those bloody Gotham wolves are full of nasty surprises.” I growled, catching the irritated look that flashed across his square face when I called him boy.

“Don’t make your boyfriend wait for too long.” While getting dragged out of the house, I asked him, “Boyfriend?” Who? I mean, Brett is my fake boyfriend. But Dwight knows that Adam likes me. So, I am kinda confused. Dwight stopped pushing me. He showed me his phone and then sneered. “Guess who~” he teased. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------- Third Person’s POV Outside the Cadieux mansion, the Alpha of the Holmes pack is standing under the streetlight. Breet leaned on his black Bugatti La Voiture Noire car while glancing at his Patek Philippe Grandmaster Chime wrist watch.

He swallowed his pride and said, "We've already paid the rent and have the right to use this space. What you're doing is robbery, and it's..." "Shut up!" Beside the red-haired youth, a dark-faced man in a shirt with square-hole coins sneered at Sheldon. "Do you know who I am? I'm the third heir of the Lumos family, Waldo Lumos. I'm robbing your spot because I think highly of you! In this patch of land in Sunhaven, as long as I say a word, even the Almighty himself has to yield!" He ignored Sheldon, turned his head, and shouted at the red-haired youth, "Yo, where are our models? I've been waiting for over half an hour!"

The Waynes' car pulled up. "Hello sir," the man said in a distinguished voice. "Hello, Alfred." Alfred stepped out of the car and opened the doors. The Waynes climbed in, and he closed the doors gently behind them before returning to the driver's seat. "Alfred, can you get me to Gotham Central as fast as possible." "Yes sir." Alfred's voice carried the calm certainty of a man who had never once failed his employer. Alfred stepped on the gas and drove away, weaving through the wet Gotham streets with practiced ease.

"But what about the gala? What about the plan? Without Alfred, how will we…" "Don't worry about the gala, my dear," Thomas said, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "We have other options. Alfred was a pawn, nothing more. I’ve already reached out to a new ally, someone with a much deeper connection to the Quinton family." He didn't notice the subtle glimmer in Christina’s eyes. He didn't know that the sleek, high-tech contact lenses she was wearing were transmitting every word, every gesture, directly to Oliver Reed, who was watching from the Pink Diamond Bungalow.