Max Goodwin Novels & Stories

' She mouthed and smiled wickedly, then grabbed a silver purse and left. Maximillian Rutherford a.k.a Max, a certified mobster. All his casinos are a hit in the country, but what others don't know about--- he gains money not just on his declared assets. Underground mob fights is his specialty. I don't know how on earth did he end up in a situation where the person who hired me, wants him dead tonight. Maybe the scenic underground is too small for them to share.

When he landed back on the ground, his entire face was smeared with dirt. He stumbled back up while covering his swollen face while his expression worsened. This was the turf of Mordu’s Longmen branch! Who would even dare touch him like that?! When he saw a figure the size of a small hill, his look frantically changed. Justin Walker’s top Great General, Eugene Bowie, was coldly standing in the middle of the field while squinting at Max. “Step aside when Sir York orders you to, Max!” Eugene took another step forward and swung his backhand across Max’s face.

yes, I want to hold one on my aged hands "Mrs Sarah said smiling out tears "Come on mom, you are not old yet.. " Max said, smiling happily at his mom.. "So how is Alex your boss doing.. "Mrs Sarah asked "he's not the boss again ,we change our position.. " max said taking a sit close to his mom "really!! But why? " "he's also looking for a true lover.. Mom.. " max explained "don't you think it's high time you tell him your REAL IDENTITY "Mrs Sarah said in fear

“I’m sorry, but Mr. Lindgren has explicitly ordered me to prevent you from leaving.” “Raven and his ridiculous orders!” Gia thought bitterly. “I’ll just be gone for a little while… uh… sorry, what’s your name?” “Max.” “Alright, Max. I’ll just go for a short jog and return before Raven wakes up. He won’t even know I left.” Max shook his head firmly. “I’m sorry, Miss Harken, but I can’t risk making another mistake. If I lose you, I’ll definitely lose my job,” he explained awkwardly.

Then he left our table and went over to other tables to greet his guests. Celia nudged my shoulder, "He's speaking to other people, yet his eyes are on you. Damn, he's checking you out, Aria." She said. "I think he's a nice guy. He's helping me get this new place for my store and I'm going to be paying so little for it. His name is-" "Max." I interrupted her. "He told me the other day." "He's a professional chef, and he owns D-Max grocery stores," Celia told me.

Walking out I ask Tom, “Tom, I’m not good about what to wear to a business dinner. Will this be alright?” Tom smiles, “You look wonderful. My son is a very lucky man.” I thank him and we head to the restaurant. Max is talking with a group of people. A smile appears on Max’s face when he sees me. “Everyone, let me introduce you to my beautiful wife, Elanor Grace,” Max says as he takes my hand. “Well, look at you, Max, landing another model,” an older man says while smacking Max on the shoulder. Max smiles, “Michael, Ellie is an accountant. She recently graduated from university.”

The beautiful world out there must have a dark side that needs to be uncovered. That was his principle. “Enjoy it while you can,” Max said, pulling a cigarette from his pocket. He lit the tip of the nicotine-laden stick and exhaled the smoke immediately. ”Don't waste what I've prepared as a gesture of kindness.” Geno laughed. “I never thought the day would come when Max Stockholm would come to me. Usually, I'm the one who has to hunt you down, you SEO bigwigs and pillars. Oh... now the pillar is standing tall, it seems.”

She regretted the bet she made that resulted in the girl getting hurt at Eryk's hands. Eryk Orlov: Stop, guys! I found her injured; stop saying nonsense! Arvie and Max simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief. Emilio Max: You're a lucky guy, Eryk! In his current spot, Max was sitting and rubbing his face roughly. He had to give up some money for Eryk, the man who was already the CEO of his father's company. Max was sure that Eryk didn't actually need tens of thousands of dollars. It would be more useful if the money were donated to someone more in need.

Maxim had even told me that he gave her money and told her he would go after her if she dared open her mouth about anything. Now she was taking advantage that Maxim was in prison and couldn’t get her. “Were you not given money for your silence? Remind me again. Didn’t Maxim pay for your daughter’s kidney and heart transplant? Didn’t he help school your nephew until he graduated?” Maxim told me everything he had done for her after I asked him how sure he was that Polina would not go running to the cops. As it turned out, he couldn’t be sure because the first thing she had done when she figured she could get away with it was think of snitching.