Louis James Moriarty Novels & Stories

“That brat.” “He also confirmed we have a mole inside the organisation, but he hasn't identified the person yet. He's still tracing the localised data leak as we speak.” A genuine smile broke through James’s usually stoic expression. “What?” “Sir, I have to admit. I really admired him; he's the image of Ma'am Isabella. He got every single one of her spy and hacking genes.” “Shhh!” I snapped my hand up, pressing a finger directly in front of his lips, my gaze scanning the environment, ensuring none of the guards were within earshot.

Matamoros said, standing at one edge of the room as he nursed a cigarette. He looked calm and collected, but the readiness to kill was unmistakable. Skarr pursed his mouth into a grim line. “To be honest, Mr. Butler, I don't think I like this at all. This isn't you. You refuse to have the police involved and now want to have Liam Vidal killed instead of arrested.” Gerald knew his PI was right, which was why he'd refused to tell Damian or anyone close to him. But he wasn't going to allow himself to back down.

Lucian said pleadingly. "I am willing to humble myself before you publicly to take her back. Just give us back our mate, please," He said, and I heard his voice crack and knew he was crying. "Men that cry are like little boys. Did you get her revenge? You invited a stranger to your home and let him go after he committed an offence at Scarlett's expense. His name isn't Gregory; he is Geoffery, and I have him in a cell for Scarlett's amusement. You do not deserve her, and you know it. It is best you leave and go face Garland. I am sure he is likely to spare your lives if you make him the same offer you just made me.

he repeated. “Yes, I’ve seen him around but I don’t know his name. He has dirty-blonde hair with a bald patch in the middle of his head. He has brown eyes and a crooked nose with an old injury on his right eyebrow,” informed Liam. “That’s John Morrissey. He joined us seven months back around the same time we moved in. I think he used to work with Frederick before joining us. Why didn’t I think of it before?” said Joe Smithfield as everything fell into place. No wonder Frederick had information of their whereabouts and their visitors. At first, he thought that Frederick monitored them through some sort of a hidden camera he planted somewhere but now he realized how.

“Not to my knowledge, but the last couple of days were hazy.” “I’ll bet. Well, I have bad news for you. Dumortier likes drugs. If you’re not exceptionally lucky, he’s going to shoot you up with all sorts of things for his own personal amusement, and I’m going to give you a heads up on what you might expect if you decide to play naughty.” “Oh, I fully intend to do everything he tells me to.” James pressed his lips together and shook his head, then gave Sharkey a filthy look. “You haven’t told her anything.”

The bullet was still inside, I could feel it grinding against bone when I moved, but digging it out without tools would do more damage than leaving it. The sun was rising over Catania, painting the sky in shades of red that reminded me of blood and fire and all the things I'd tried to leave behind when I'd taken vows in a church that seemed like it belonged to someone else's life. Father Damien Cross had been a lie I'd told myself, a fantasy that I could atone for fifteen years of murder by wearing a collar and offering absolution I'd never deserved. But Damien Moretti was real, the killer who'd earned his father's respect by being more vicious than anyone expected, and he was who I needed t

Holding my latte. Living my normal, innocent life. “What the—” I choked out, hands trembling. Then I saw the line under it. Assigned to Execute: Damon Moretti. Deadline: One week. I didn’t breathe for a whole ten seconds. Damon Moretti. Even people who didn’t know the mafia world knew that name. He was The Wolf’s favorite weapon. The man who completed every job. No mistakes. No mercy. No survivors. A ghost with a heartbeat. A killer in a tailored suit.

Arthur giggles hearing me say that. “I should’ve known that you won’t satisfied with me. I am the one who is missing you, I really want you to get back and pay your losing bet” he laughs so hard and I throw a pillow at him. I was hoping he’ll forget about that bet. A day after arrived in this village, he and I made a bet about who will be the first to be involved in the love affair here, at that time I held Kathy's name, while Arthur held Anneth. And now it was clear that it was Anneth who had a chance to have a scandal with Dave. My defeat required me to accept all of Arthur's orders for 3 days. I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm s

When I got to the door I smoothed out my gown and put on a remorseful expression. "Oh my God I'm so sorry I'm this late, the traffic was bad," I apologized, feigning remorse. "That's fine Miss Quinton we didn't wait for too long," a middle-aged man with blue eyes and dirty blonde hair whom I assumed was the lawyer said. "I'm John Morton, Mr. Forbes' Lawyer," he stretched out his hand for a handshake and I politely took it. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Morton, I'm Giordana Quinton, although I'm sure you must be aware of that by now," I replied smoothly.

Monika Cvurka………………………………………… Dog-walker Caroline Brett………………………………………….. Dr Brett’s wife Anjelica Ebbi………………………………………… Translator for Public Health England Christopher Rice………………………………………. MI6 Sir William Frederick Patterson……………………….. Chairman of JIC. Madame Charlotte Julien………………………………. French Lawyer Claude Duvall………………………………………….. Ex-French Policeman THE FOURTEEN Robbie Chase…………………………………………Property developer (Suicide) Igor Akinfeev………………………………………… Russian Businessman (Suicide)