Lavi Bookman Novels & Stories

AVA The address Marcus had given me led to a small coffee shop in Queens, far from Liam's world of Manhattan penthouses and power lunches. I found Marcus sitting in a corner booth, wearing jeans and a regular jacket instead of his usual black suit. He looked like a completely different person. "Thank you for coming," he said as I slid into the seat across from him. "This feels like something out of a spy movie." "In some ways, it is. Liam has cameras and recording devices throughout the penthouse. He monitors everything."

I needed Gavril, just like Ilsa needed Roman. I found a study that smelled like Roman’s cologne, and my heart twisted as it looked eerily familiar to Gavril’s. The moonlight streaming through the French doors gave me enough light to start rummaging through the drawers, attempting to find anything that would give me a way to contact my husband. After a few minutes, I came across a slim black book, surprised when I opened it up to find numerous well-known Mafia and crime bosses around LA. I had just found the ultimate little black book!

I watched the group that came in, Detective Jones was also in the group then there were few politicians that I usually saw on TV and a guy who distributed his books through our bookstore. I continued capturing pictures then I crawled back to the bookstore without being noticed through the secret passage way. I returned the books to their original state and rushed back to my office, I sat down and scrolled through the pictures that I captured then realized that the bookstore was really a money laundering scheme. This time I understood why Abigail reacted how she reacted when I asked her about the previous manager of the bookstore.

“What?” Again the old man erupted in low laughter. “Don’t worry your secret’s safe with me. Good luck with Caius, though.” He whistled, shaking his head then turned serious. “The book was given to me by a deabru I say around the mid fifteen hundreds, though don’t quote me. My mind is a bit fuzzy. He was a strange bird, not quite like the other deabru. This one smelled funny. I remember that. He said he’d stolen it from a great witch, her name was Lily or Laura, I can’t remember, just that it started with an L.” Laina. “What do you mean he smelled funny?”

Old man Levi in ​​the room heard the noise outside the big door. He went out, wanting to see what was going on. Seeing Liam, Elder Levi frowned. Two months ago, Liam's grandfather, William Bach, came to see him, but he refused at the door. That year, he couldn't forgive it no matter what, so he didn't want to see William Bach again. Now that Liam appeared at Levi's gate, what did he come for? Old man Levi frowned, walked over, and said, "What are you doing here?" Liam immediately replied, "I want to see Carwyn." Old Levi said, "Carwyn is not at home." Liam sneered: "No way, don't fool me anymore. Want to tell him to come to see me! I have to meet him! Tell him to give Grainne back to you!" H

doing her homework. In my lap, hidden by the heavy book, was my tablet. The screen was a black sea of green text. I typed in the password. Lana. The system didn't just open; it surrendered. Abram’s entire life—every bribe, every heartbeat of his empire—laid itself bare. My pulse didn't even quicken. I felt like a surgeon looking at a tumor. I moved through the folders with a cold, jagged precision. The Black Ledger.

We met up with my grandparents as the waiter led us to the table, and as soon we approached, I heard Seema laughing at not my grandfather but the person I recognized. "Oh, look at the two of you, an exquisite couple," Seema chirped. "Lily, Liam, I want you to meet an old friend of ours. This is Devin Welks; he's the CEO of Wells Corporation and sometimes helps our family business by investing. Devin, this is my granddaughter and her fiancé, Liam." "We've met," Devin smiled and reached his hand as I took it. "It's good to see you again, Lily. And nice to meet you, young man. I'm sure you and Lily would make a great couple. I could already see your future together."

I couldn't hold it in, so I turned to Zavi and Alec, "How can you let this..man run a very essential business?." "You are here to fix it, aren't we?." Zavi replied. I turned and settled on a seat. "Can I have the ledger?." I asked him. The man bent to his desk drawer and began taking out many books. I watched as his shaky hands took out a long record book. He gave it to me, avoiding eye contact. The book was dusty and sticky. It smelt horrible. Did they shove this book into a fucking pussy?. I opened the book, careful not to tear any page as my eyes ran on it.

"Wait—wait—FUCK, STOP! There’s a book—there’s a fucking book, alright?!" I paused. "What kind of book, Deo?" "Black book. Handwritten. Every shell company, every offshore account, every cop, every judge the Lombardis paid off in the last fifteen years.” That got my attention, I tilted my head, “Where?” “Villa Cattaneo. Safe in the wine cellar. Hidden behind the third barrel from the left. It’s wired. Laser trip. You need a code and a fingerprint. Rino’s fingerprint.” I let out a low whistle, then I circled behind him, leaned in so close he could feel my breath on his bloodied ear.

I needn't lie, he was one absolute work of art. So this was him; Lorenzo D'amor, the billionaire CEO, the mafia Don just like Charlie said. I now understood why Charlie didn't try carrying out the assignment for himself, he knew Lorenzo would definitely be a hard nut to crack. From his looks, it was evident. “Good morning, sir," I greeted, standing before the desk as I smiled. He didn't respond. I swallowed, my heart skipping a beat. He finally parted his lips to respond. “You're here, Lavender Brille. My new personal assistant. Welcome to the team.” His voice was firm and dry, lacking emotion or a tiny bit of humor just like his face.