Mad Men Series Novels & Stories

Mother yelled, her voice breaking as tears rolled down her eyes, I pushed her away from the front of my car and drove off. My head spun as I knew mother knew everything but decided to still kill that child, I didn't know her reason and I never wanted to know her reason. I had loved Madison since the day I set my eyes on her and that day seven years ago was a mistake. I was driving and in my thoughts when I heard a message come into one of the phones in the car, I checked mine and it was mine. I reached for the compartment and realized it was Madison's phone. I was about to keep it back when another message came in, there was no harm in knowing what it was, so I opened the message and it wasn

I put two extra men on Celina and her mom with Rack leading the team. Madison joins us after she returns from a short visit with Manuel’s widow. She doesn’t ask that we handle Danita with kid gloves. She’s angry that Manuel is dead because Danita is alive. Moon and I knew Danita was a ticking time bomb and we could have quietly taken care of the problem months ago. Manuel’s death is on all three of us. When we find Danita, she’ll be taken care of. The bitch has had it coming for a long time.

"He's that bad?" Madison turned to walk with me. She was dressed in full leather gear. Although hers was skintight and shined to a high sheen, she left her face unadorned. The patch on her right breast identified her as a moderator for S&B. Not to mention the take no prisoners attitude in her gait and expression. Even I was a little afraid of Madison and the metal tipped Cat O' Nine she kept hooked in a holster on her thigh. Madi nodded. "Yeah. He's getting under people's skin. I had two Ds come up and ask me if they could take turns on him for insulting their subs."

But those three years of deception, along with the ashes of the Valenti family, had long since been carried away by the Mediterranean wind. The world no longer had a mad Donna Valenti. There was only Stella Moretti, the brilliant strategist and queen of her own empire. The road ahead was long, the sky and sea boundless. My life was just beginning.

“That's good. You don't know how happy I am to hear that you think of me.“ I rolled my eyes, frustrated. What had I expected from him anyway? “Untie me,“ I demanded. “My wrists hurt.“ His grin faded off completely. “Not so fast, doc. You crossed the line today, so you ought to be punished.“ I frowned. “What?“ My gaze followed Aiden's motion as he reached out for a long whip. “I saw you and that man today, Darrel,“ he revealed. “That businessman dressed in a black suit and all that.“ Was he talking about Zagreb? “He's one of the hospital directors,“ I found myself explaining. Fuck! What exactly had this kid turned me into? “There's nothing between us.“ “And yet, you let him flirt with you?“ I

"Don't just sit on your ass, go and help your mother." I smile as Xavier strides over to help me. I pat him on the back in thanks as he reaches for the plates and brings them to the table. We all sit together, the clatter of forks and plates mixing with the soft murmur of conversation. Steam rises from the spaghetti but I barely notice it. My eyes wander over my family, taking in the effortless ease of being together. I'm the luckiest woman alive. I’m loved in ways I never imagined, cherished in ways I never deserved, and I am forever Their Beautiful Madness—the wild, sacred chaos of two souls who made their home in mine.

“You’re—” Mad shrugged. “I heard his good. I wanna clean this mess before we get married.” “What are you two talking about?” I gripped onto Mad’s arm. “Well, his hatchet man is a woman.” Damian briefly looked at me. “But I’m not sure your friend is easy to find.” “Oh, wow. A woman.” Horrified, I blurted out. My stomach twisted painfully. They were talking about a female contractor. It was both badass and disturbing.

Regan could only shake his head slowly while a faint, wry smile touched his lips as he rounded the car to the driver's seat. No wonder Alexzandrei Constantine was known as a madman. It was a title worn not with shame, but with a certain perverse pride. Regan had seen it for years. He had seen the effortless charm that could disarm a roomful of sharks, the disarming gentle look in his eyes that made people trust him implicitly. It was a masterpiece of a facade, a beautiful, polished veneer that hid the rot beneath.

The woman looked down at her ruined clothes before slowly lifting her head toward me. “YOU?!” Before I could even respond, another voice suddenly echoed through the room. A deep voice. Cold. Familiar. “What’s happening here?” The woman immediately turned. “Colen...”

I had just finished performing a surgery and was very tired. Just as I was going to go to sleep, I could hear Jack and Ethan's voice coming from outside. "Sofia Jones! Come out!" "You fraud! How dare you cheat on me?!" They were so loud that the surrounding patients and doctors looked in their direction. Before I could even go out and see what was happening, I heard one of the patients tell them to control their voice, but my father-in-law Ethan kicked her to the ground instead.