Louis James Moriarty Novels & Stories

He was reading a book about a crazy detective, as he reads through the pages he said "This is one of the story I read in here; There was a merchant in Bagdad who sent his servant to market to buy provisions and in a little while the servant came back, white and trembling, and said, Master, just now when I was in the marketplace I was jostled by a woman in the crowd and when I turned I saw it was Death that jostled me. She looked at me and made a threatening gesture, now, lend me your horse, and I will ride away from this city and avoid my fate. I will go to Samarra and there Death will not find me. The merchant lent him his horse, and the servant mounted it, and he dug his spurs in its flank

Norman replied. Norman's words are a little surprising because Liam's presence is indeed to spy on the devil's presence. Norman accidentally said something that might be true, making Justin awkward and confused. Liam smiled because he knew Norman was innocent. And Norman will say what's on his mind. "I do work oddly as a police agent spy in Norway," Liam loosened his tie. "But that was before, I switched professions to become a specialist doctor since I finished my master's degree at Hemingway University," Liam explained again.

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.

“Exactly. Whoever he is, he’s careful. Whoever set this up knows how to erase footprints. This isn’t a random investor. He’s someone who knows how we operate. And he is someone who has a close eye within the council, if not elsewhere as well.” I leaned back, staring at the file, the blank paper that somehow weighed heavier than a full one. A clean ghost. That was worse than a known threat. “Keep looking,” I said finally. “If he’s not a D’Amaris, then I want to know who the hell he is. Find every Lorenzo you can linked to the western packs. Or anyone who’s used that name before. And if not Lorenzo, then trace D’Amaris. That surname came from somewhere. I want a trail, no matter how faint. And

Loud and shrill screams rung in the air as people shouted in utter fear. The group of cats ran hearing the piercing noise and made loud noises in the air. Nathan put the rifle beside him and smirked looking at his aim. The gunshot hit exactly at the target, man’s heart, after all, he was a professional shooter and that too merciless. His task was completed. Putting the rifle back in its case and taking off the ear protection, he picked up the case, and within thirty seconds he was out of the house... He is Nathan Williams, the Scorpion of the underworld. The most dangerous and feared mafia lord of Chicago...

Catherine had always been looking forward to her free day as she either get to do her thesis or play detective and sometimes both but today she decided to find her brother Felipe as she have found a person to help her — big time. She went to Tacky’s apartment holding a brief case containing all the data that could help her find her brother Felipe. They went to the same room or which Catherine would love to call the “FBI” room as there was so much technology in there. Tacky is a computer engineer and a mystery nerd that she had met during a project in a general subject.

Lilith Rumero was robbing him of his sense of moderation. After a hearty breakfast with just the right amount of grease from his sympathetic chef — and perhaps two too many espressos — Enzo felt marginally better. The edge of his hangover wasn’t nearly as sharp by the time he arrived at the office, and he already knew exactly what was going to get him all the way back to normal. His cure walked through the door fifteen minutes early, and nearly recoiled from the grin he gave her. “What’s wrong?” Lilith demanded. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

It didn't matter if we were clothed or naked, being this close to Louis felt amazing. “What do you think it’s going to happen to the case now?” He asked after a while. I was grateful he changed the subject and didn't insist on talking about our emotions again. "I guess we really have to make a complaint and explain that bitch wanted to blackmail you.... I wish Morris would come back soon." Suddenly Louis started laughing openly, moving me with every shudder his body gave. "I thought you were going to kill her,” he finally said to my confused face. "Shit, baby, you must have seen your face when you walked in. I thought I would see my first murder alive...”

I mumbled, picking up the glass of wine on the small bar stand beside where I sat. "Anyway, I found out about it, but it's not as simple as that. Unfortunately, it's not Dante Morreti." He muttered a curse, and I merely shrugged. "I presume the guy would be a bit smart if he was aiming for Lorenzo's seat. But if it's not him, then who was it? I want details." I gave him a pointed stare, and he nodded. "Mr. Dain Saints. Owns a criminal gang well known for—" "Don't tell me assassinations," I sighed. Those amateurs were not assassins and should not even be classified as such.

He shook his head. "I know nothing about the money, Mr. Belgenza. I don't have it. Gabriel Moretti took everything," Emilio confessed while pleading. It only triggered James' wrath even more. Of all the men in this world that James resented the most was Gabriel Moretti. The traitor who killed his father, the true leader of Il Rosso. Gabriel takes the supreme leader of the mafia group by poisoning Fabrizio Belgenza, the man who has raised James into adulthood.