James Amendola Novels & Stories

“Yeah, it’s sad that she uses her gift in such a selfish way. I’m just glad I don’t drink. Otherwise I probably wouldn’t have been able to stop.” “More of a man than me, I’d say.” Oliver’s face lit up with a sudden idea. He reached out his hand to James. “Let’s start over, shall we? Oliver Burton of London.” James chuckled softly. “James Olympia of . . . Albuquerque, New Mexico.” “I see the possibility of a good friendship in our future.” “Yeah.” He nodded. “Me too.”

His eyes gleamed with an unreadable expression. Carl added, "By the way, per your request, I've reached out to the private secretaries of the mayor of Mazuma City in Tsulu and two influential congressmen. I conveyed our sincere wish to meet with them. You may now choose a date to meet with them in Tsulu." "Great job." Jameson casually cast a glance at the raucous debauchery downstairs. He spotted Amber seated in a corner in a ladylike manner. Amber, once a flirtatious and radiant beauty, now displayed an air of loneliness. It made her appear out of place, which annoyed him to no end.

Marrock replied. "Alright," I said as I slowly walked outside. I placed my bag on his table and took my iPad to take several pictures before walking behind Mr. James. "What's your name ma'am?" Mr. James asked. "I'm Amelia and I guess your name is James, right?" I asked. "Yeah, my name is James. What's your mission in this company and who are you to our boss?" Mr. James asked, turning to look at me. What audacity? He's getting on my nerves without even leaving Marrock's floor, but I just have to keep calm.

“Choked on my drink, that’s all.” “Careful. Don’t spill anything on the carpet,” I said. He scowled. “Funny.” They must have felt the tense energy between us, so Alex interrupted. “How is your new product going, Amanda?” “I am still working on it. I promise that this time it won’t fail. I am hoping to go somewhere tomorrow and get one last ingredient.” He was puzzled. “I thought you received it this morning.” “It’s a last-minute thing. I already called the place and Diego has agreed to come, right Diego?” I turned to him. His eyes bulged out of his face.

she asked and his smirk was a good enough answer. Aramide locked eyes with her uncle this time his mask was off. Jared Adegoke was a journalist who worked hand in hand with politicians. The man had always been an ambitious person so when the chance came for him to make some extra cash with his sister's relationship with Aramide's father, he grabbed it. His sister, however, wasn't interested. On several occasions, the woman had expressed the fact that she wasn't interested in Aramide's father for his money as she was in love with Him and was sure of the risks before she decided to bear his child. This led to a lot of arguments between brother and sister to a point where they both stopped talk

I mumbled. “I know.” He admitted. “But things are changing slowly. One of my main responsibilities is to hold the family together, and for many people that means keeping the traditional rules. If I overturned everything all of a sudden, they would want to remove me. And I am a Rivera, only Riveras can be the Don.” “It’s not like you’re very progressive yourself.” I commented. “I’m learning, Bella.” "Who are you?" I asked, suspiciously. "Mariano Lionelli Montefiore Rivera. Google it, Bella." He said without blinking.

"We were right. They are planning something." "We need to be ready. For now, no one should eat the food," the Mexican Mafia leader, James, said. "Shit, we didn't carry weapons," James said, making Adrianna and I roll our eyes. "What kind of a leader are you? Can't you hide a simple weapon?" She asked, and James glared at her. "Bellissima, stop making enemies with every mafia leader. You will get yourself killed and the one supposed to kill you," I said.

“I have my reasons. Keep doing every other thing as we have planned, I’m going to first find out the mole in my company. Changing the proposal will be a waste of time if the person leaks it again just when we come up with a new one.” The others nodded, seeing reason in what I was saying. We finished talking about the specifics of the upcoming conference, and I dismissed them. Cayden followed me to my office when the meeting was over. “What do you have up your sleeve, James?” He made himself comfortable on the couch. “Do you have anyone in mind that could have done this?” “I have many enemies, Cayden, but I keep thinking about the Mayor.” He sighed. “I told you that the arrangement with Amara

James choke on his overly large bite and Josie spurts juice all over the table. “WHAT?!” Josie practically shouts out and I throw a nervous look around the cafe to see if her outburst has anyone looking. “Please keep your voice down.” I hiss at her. She leans in to whisper over our table instead. James is still coughing a little but he leans in as well. “What do you mean? Sort of engaged? How are you sort of engaged? And to whom?” “Do you know the name Antonio Falaguerra?” “He has some casinos and stuff, right?” James says immediately and I nod. “Isn’t he some kind of big boss in the criminal world as well?” I nod once again and he sends a nervous glance at Luca and Josie does the same.

“No. Mr. James is in Florida too, but he isn’t with me at the moment. He is in his Casino. I don’t know if I’ll be able to come back to Alabama without him. Even if I do come back, it will be late at night.” “That means you can’t come today, right?” Elena responded with a sad tone. “I’m sorry, Elena. I wish I could. I can come some other time, or you can just tell me over the phone.” “I just want you to know James is an evil person. If you have any chance to run away from him, do it.” Amelia creased her brows as she listened to her carefully. “Evil person? I don’t think he is evil. He just…”