Gotham Harley Novels & Stories

he asked, his tone incredulous. "Yes," Harley replied, her voice trembling with fear. "By who?" Alexander demanded, his voice rising in anger. "I don't know," Harley replied, her voice barely audible. "You don't know?" Alexander's voice was laced with fury. "I...I was called a week ago by an unknown number," Harley began to explain, her voice shaking. "He asked me if I could do it, and I accepted. Then he told me he would send the money to my bank account after ending the call. I received the alert, and he told me I should do it on a specific date, which was your car launching day. He told me that if I didn't do it, he knew who I was and that he would kill me if I didn't."

He was beautiful, with luscious blonde hair and fetching blue eyes that I was sure made maidens swoon. I could feel my heart fluttering inside me despite my predicament before I shook myself out of it. “Pardon our manners, Elena, my name is Michael Gotham,” The blonde wolf hedged, placing a hand on his chest before bowing slightly. “And this assassin right here’s my brother Anthony Gotham.” He drawled and a chill ran down my spine at the mention of their pack names. Gotham pack was the deadliest of them all, merciless to their enemies. So they were the dreaded Alpha brothers indeed. I shuddered, unable to think through the haze that filled my head.

Harley turned to face Jack, curiosity dancing in her eyes. "So, you're the new guy?" "Yes, my name is Jack Napier," he said, his smile softening the sharp lines of his face. "My name is Harleen Quinn, but my friends call me Harley," she replied, extending a hand. Her friend now stood beside her, tapping her foot impatiently. "Harley, we've got to go." Her friend pointed toward the old metal clock mounted in the stairwell, its hands ticking steadily toward the hour. "Well, I have to go," Harley said, a hint of reluctance in her voice. "It was really nice meeting you, Jack. Maybe we'll bump into each other again."

Theria's tone carried a hint of embarrassment mixed with the hope Warren would respond in kind. "I love you too," Warren whispered under his breath. Zealot slung a sawed-off shotgun across his shoulders and marched back and forth in front of the assembled group of misfits. His free hand pointed to the Yale Hotel, "Inside that building is public enemy number one, The Bokken Riders." He paused and made sure no one spoke, "They have terrorized the city and its people for too long. Today we draw a line in the sand that says, your kind isn't welcome anymore."

“Check all destinations! We need to find Emily soon!” “Yes, sir!” Al grinned. “It’s great to see you in charge. It’s your first order as the new leader.” Jacob touched his head. “About that—” “Let’s talk later. I’ll report soon after getting more info.” Then Al ended the call. Montgomery’s Express was a railroad station owned by Harold Montgomery. He was well known as a billionaire and his field was importing items abroad through a company, Montgomery’s Export. So, Harold had many transportation networks to support his business. What many people didn’t know was that Harold was also The Silent Syndicate’s leader, a mafia syndicate that was a rival of The Gold Cleaner, Jacob’s mafia syndicate.

Whatever the relationship was between Liam and Gwyneth or how reliant she was on Liam, the only thing Harley knew for sure was that he loved Gwyneth. His knuckles clenched at his sides for a long while as his eye flared once more. Without hesitation, he strode forward, cutting off Liam with his trademark sunny smile. "Greetings, Mr. Luther. I'm Harley Munroe, Henry's cousin. He spoke of you a while ago, so it's an honor to meet you today." Even as he spoke, his eyes never left Gwyneth, but he remained antsy even though he braced himself inwardly. "Also, I'm wondering what's the connection here—"

The paint was peeling now, chipped from the years. Atlas Andino's car sped around the block, squealing to a stop out front of his house. Atlas had been our neighbor since I was eleven. His family lived on the other side of town, moving here once their house had finished being built. Atlas's Dad was the Alpha of our pack, his wife the Luna. Both were fair to the rest of us, but were extremely strict. Our pack was the biggest in the country, the 'Full Moon Pack' our name. I had always hated the name of our pack, thinking it was too bland.

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.