Novel & Cerita Infamous Cole Macgrath

Marco's pov I'm Cole Marco Carnell, 24-year-old. I'm a lawyer. I take over the administration of my dad's affair after his death, which I'm not sure about. I took the leadership of his Mafia. I searched for him and my lost brother because it was the last thing he asked me to do for him. literally I don't give a fuck about his long lost son. " Ohh this kid again?" I groaned on the phone

"My major general token is missing. They must’ve stolen my token!" Grand Old Master Yorks stared at Cole with an exasperated look and said, "A major general token of Doomsday Organization is such an important object and you’re telling me you lost it? Why didn't you lose yourself? No wonder they got on Mount Pearl so easily. It turns out that you were of great help to them. You’ll be punished when we get back." Cole had a pattern of doing things first and seeking forgiveness after. In his words, ‘I’m the only child of Spencer Yorks. He would never kill me. That’s why I can afford to be arrogant.’

“It has to be Cole.” A weird warmth bloomed in my chest. “You think?” I asked in a low voice. “Skylar,” she said, raising a brow, “do you remember the Marcus Langford Incident? Remember how Cole made Paul’s father go bankrupt in less than 24 hours after he messed with him?” I stared at her. “I’m telling you,” she went on, “this is his style. Discreet but ruthless. The scandal didn’t just vanish. It was removed—wiped out.”

No, the issue was that MC members were notoriously suspicious and they seemed to have built-in radars when it came to sniffing out cops, snitches, fakes, and anyone else who wasn’t what they claimed to be. A guy exactly like Griff, in other words. “Caitlin?” The man was down the steps and crossing the yard, flicking his cigarette into a snowbank as he stalked. “Where’s your car? Did you have an accident in the blizzard?” “Cole,” she said, and Griff didn’t miss the relief in her voice. “No. No accident.” “So who’s this guy?” Cole snapped. He was closer now and when Claire lifted her face a bit, he saw the bruising and swelling and he stopped dead in his tracks. “What the fuck… what happened?

"Why didn't you have him committed to a mental institution?" "I was thirteen when my mother and three brothers were killed…." Cole said. Xavier paused and turned around to meet his gaze. Cole shrugged, noting the change in the other guy’s demeanor. " Some bad guys wanted my grandfather's land and decided to take it. They killed my mother and three brothers. I and Alexander narrowly escaped—Or perhaps I should say, I narrowly escaped. Because I lost an entire family that day - including Alexander. He went crazy. He never got over it."

“According to Mac Group, they sealed the deal cleanly. However, late in the evening yesterday, Cole claimed the deal wasn’t sealed with consent from both sides. According to him, he was attacked at his residence and forced to sign.” “Does he have evidence?” I asked carefully. “That’s where it gets messy,” Kelvin muttered. “Cole doesn’t seem to have evidence. He claims his CCTV cameras were hacked but the authenticity of that hasn’t been confirmed.” “So he has no evidence? That means this is a lost case,” I said conclusively. “But he could be telling the truth-” Natasha pointed out. “I know,” I replied dryly. “Then we should help him. If he is telling the truth, it means we have a common enem

Cole said, “Yes, sir. Mia’s aunt divorced him a couple of years ago. He was abusing her, and there was quite a big court case about it, though nothing came out of it. He’s no longer in New Hampshire.” James frowned. “He fled?” “Yes, sir,” Cole said. “My team is on it. We’ll find him in the next couple of weeks, I’m sure.” James frowned. “Good,” he said. “We can’t afford not to.” Cole’s tone was sharp and dark when he said, “I understand. Shit! I can’t wait to take down that bastard. What he did was unforgivable. He’s sick. He’s a fucked-up shit.”

Carter Blake POV Oh, for the love of all that’s holy, if anyone deserves a crash course in Common Sense 101, it’s me. I’ve royally, spectacularly, no-questions-asked screwed up. And “screwed up” doesn’t even cut it. Let’s call it a level-five catastrophe. No. Level-six. Maybe seven. I’ve invited Cole Cole Williams, in case your brain skipped over that into my apartment. Cole. Legendary hockey player. Single dad. Tall, dark, devastatingly gorgeous. My huge crush, my secret daydream, my walking, talking nightmare of self-control. And I’ve basically invited him here so I can…well…rub my hands over him. Naked. In my living room.

he said, like he knows he’s never wrong about anything. Isaac smiled. “Oh, yeah? Well, then, which one is salt? I’m going to pour both of them if you're wrong.” “Isaac!!!” ***** Meanwhile, Cole has returned to the mansion. It was an excruciating day for him and his agent. There were marks of blood all over his handsome face and white polo. He just finished “business” from the hidden society. He had to make sure that nobody would dare to stand against him once he decides what he wants to do with Bright.