Last Mile David Baldacci Novels & Stories

Jackson yells as I slam the door behind me. "Not anymore," I say under my breath. Going to the nearest diner, I order a coffee while pulling out the journals so I can go over each and every one of them to study and hopefully find a place to start looking for the packs. I spent the next few hours researching and was only able to find a starting location in Alaska. I go next door to the motel and get a room for tonight while I plan my next move. The run-down motel barely has any access to Wi-Fi, making it take nearly two hours just to book a one-way ticket to Alaska for tomorrow.

Corporate. “Elian. We have to leave. Now.” Her voice was clipped, all business. She didn’t look at me because her entire focus was on him, eyes narrowed, jaw tight. “Galli’s here.” That name landed in my ears like a steel bolt. Galli. It had to be David Galli, the one I’d dug into last year. Mobster, local boss, loan sharking. I’d risked months on that piece. Dug through anonymous sources, dodged shady shadows. In the end, it barely broke a thousand reads. I’d buried that failure deep. Now it clawed its way back up.

I sat on the couch, the proposal video Walter made playing in the background, the pastries I had bought beside me. The pastries I once savored then left a bland taste in my mouth. Perhaps my tastes changed. It was not just the pastries I had lost my taste for. Walter had gone radio silent. I tossed my phone on the coffee table and started to pack up my stuff. It was already midnight. I was about to officially run out of patience, ready to use up the last of my so-called 'forgiveness cards.' Just then, my phone buzzed—it was Walter. "Melissa, are you asleep? Don't wait up. I've got stuff to handle, and I won't make it home tonight.

Then another massive section of the ceiling collapsed. Edward Carter was already disappearing into another hidden passage. Before vanishing into the darkness, he looked back at Liam. His cold smile returned. "You wanted the truth, Liam." "Now come and earn it." The hidden stone door slammed shut behind him. Liam stared at the sealed passage. His grandfather had escaped. Marcus was dead. And the man they thought was the mastermind... Was only one member of a far more dangerous organization. Emma tightened her grip on the black folder. She realized the nightmare was far from over. It had only become bigger.

“Thank you, David. This… this is a new beginning.” David returned her smile, but his eyes radiated intense resolve. This was indeed a new beginning for his family, but for David, it was preparation for the final war. He would protect his family in the place they loved most, while he hunted Maximillian to the ends of the earth. Bali would be their home, and also his last fortress.

Her Mom - Celine Morgan, a writer and trader. His brother - Dave, 11 years old smart and troublesome sibling. It was a public holiday on Wednesday and there was a lot to do that day. "Good morning, Dad. Good morning Mom" Cynthia greeted, taking her seat. Breakfast was tea, bread and fried eggs. ************ "Does that look good on you?" Cynthia asked Dave for the tenth time as she stared awkwardly at her brother who looks like juvenile prisoners. She had gone shopping to get some clothes since it was a free day for them.

He would be breaking the rule of both sides. Plus, he did not dare to kill Zachary, but Zachary dared to kill him. This was the difference between the status of the two. Zachary was surprised when he saw both Mac and the guy named Paul staggering backward. Now, he turned to look straight at David. This person that was on the same level as Mac seemed to have been next to this person the whole time. “Who are you?” Zachary asked David as he looked at him. “I am David Lidell, a high-tier member of SCC,” David answered.

Texas. The children are safe and asleep. The cops were courteous. We need to talk about this. In person. It's time. A sneeze unrelated to the penthouse air filtration system seeped into Davidson's bone. He knew whose it was. The cadence, the inflection, the somber finality. Melissa. The battle with Brandt was over. The battle with his past was waiting at the door. "It's her," Davidson announced, his voice rough and gravelly.

" You know what Alicia, every lady has some dignity. Whether they come from a rich family or a poor family. I never knew you are really desperate for men. Well too bad for you. Do you think drugging David and removing his clothes will make me think that you had sex with him? Hahahha.... You know little about Dave you slut. DAVID WOULD RATHER DIE THAN TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ANY OTHER LADY EVEN WHEN DRUGGED. I AM AN EXAMPLE OF THAT!!!" Alicia was shocked. Did Ashley really trust David that much for her to see through her plan? Alicia visited David when he was about to leave the office yesterday. She cried and apologized for deceiving him which David forgave her because he won't gain anything fro

I say with a wicked smile, climbing onto his lap and kissing him deeply, his hands running over my body in a way that tells me we won’t be making our dinner reservations tonight. I don’t care. Because I finally have David. I finally have peace. And I finally have hope for a future I never even dared dream about. Who knew a BDSM worker and a mob boss would have a love story as good as this? Turns out we did. And we’re only just getting started. ~END~ I just wanted to say a final massive thank you to everyone who has read this story <3 I'm so grateful and hope you all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!