Last Mile David Baldacci Novels & Stories

The elders exchanged uneasy glances, unsure of what to make of the scandal unfolding before them. "Who says I'm without proof?" I smirked, pulling out a digital recorder. "Here's the juicy bit of Derick and Jasmine's midnight rendezvous from last night. While they played me for a fool, the kid they thought was mine was burning up with fever all alone in his bed!"

I thought of the twisted rules they had beaten into me, and the terror of the opposite sex that had been branded into my body. I thought of that holiday night, the fireworks filling the sky, and the moment I stepped off the rooftop, the relief and the lightness of it. I thought of Talia's guilt, the apology she had never been able to say out loud, and the note she had left behind. I thought of Mom and Dad's regret, the way they had wept, and the empty house they would live in for the rest of their lives. All of it was behind me now. All of it was over.

No one came to help. Finally, she succumbed to pain and hopelessness. Her corpse was devoured by dogs, rotting in the cold mud. This was Alessia's end: gruesome, filthy, and utterly meaningless. Back at the Conti estate, a new generation was rising. But the room that had once held me and Dante remained locked, sealing away all traces of our love and hate. The sea that had claimed him still roared, waves rising and falling, as if nothing had ever happened. At last, I returned to Mama, free from the entanglements of love and vengeance. It was finally over.

Ben “I’ll contact you the moment I know something,” David said. The line went dead without a goodbye. Either his cash had run out on the payphone or he’d had nothing else to say. David didn’t exactly stand on formality. From where I sat in my office in New York, I couldn’t do anything about Mila being missing. I felt helpless, and I hated it. I tried to focus on work again, but there was no way I could concentrate when I knew that something was wrong.

Elena’s face remained cold, determined. “We hit them at dawn,” she said. “By the time the sun rises on New York, London, Moscow, and Beijing, there will be nowhere left for them to hide.” Noah stared at the screen. “You realize they’ll come after us harder than ever.” Damien smirked. “Let them try.” One Last Twist But even as victory loomed… Jade sat in a luxury jet above the Mediterranean, sipping wine. She smiled as her operative entered. “They fell for it?”

He knew something was wrong. The bait has been cast. The elder Liam is on the line, and the "Ghost" is holding the gun to Chloe’s head. But as the conversation begins, Chloe realizes that the man on the phone is already moving. Will the elder Liam reach the reservoir before Kevin Blue loses his patience? And where is the "Demon CEO" while his wife is being bartered in the mountains? One Single Follow-up Question: Should the next chapter focus on the high-stakes coded conversation between Chloe and the elder Liam, or Xavier Grayson’s sudden realization at the hospital that Chloe’s tracking signal has vanished?

He let out a shallow breath before taking in what air he could. “The name of the lady is Alyisha, she was the inn keeper. From the information that I was able to gather was: that she was the inn keeper, she wears a blue jade hair tie, she is related to X and that she has a daughter who was also the third member of the party. The important piece of information that I have to present is her eye color. The color is purple.” As the last sentence had left his mouth Ishmael; he could feel his body going numb as if he was being suffocated by Lord Henderson.

"You saw the memory too, didn't you? Through the tether I shared with you during the Ascension. You knew." The Strategic Desperation of the room shifted into a heavy, suffocating silence. David Vance stepped into the lavender light, looking every bit the man who had carried a century of secrets. "I didn't know she was leading them," David whispered, his voice cracking. "But I knew she wasn't Sarah anymore." "Explain," Kazimir demanded, his tone sharp with Leadership-Steel.

"We are going to make sure that doesn't happen to anyone else. Alexander is going to pay for what he did. To Daniel Cross. To David. To everyone." I left the cottage and walked back to the main house. The morning sun was climbing higher, pale gold light spilling across the gardens. David Miller was dead. The man who had tortured me for ten years was gone. And the man who had orchestrated it all was still out there, waiting. But Alexander had made a mistake. Killing David was an act of desperation. It proved he was afraid. It proved his network was crumbling. It proved the walls were closing in. The war was not over. But for the first time, I could see the end.

He squeezes my hand willing me to believe him. "You're dad agreed that day and he came up with a plan in the following weeks. He found a way to lure them out. I don't know how he did it but he did. They did end up taking Rachel. The planned worked so smoothly I couldn't believe our luck. We found the small location and your dad and mine led the pack and the official war began. We found Rachel all in one piece. We were on the scene so quickly she had only managed to get a couple of bruises, but nothing she couldn't handle. Our pack rampaged through the house and took them down one by one. Although, we never found the leader. We were told the coward fled the country," he finishes.