Millionaire Detective Characters Novels & Stories

Lady figlio dell'inferno said. I was about to talk but Mr dickhead continued speaking. "She isn't a member of this mafia or has anything relating to this mafia, so why was she employed when every who works in this company is part of this mafia by blood. She became his personal assistant handling deal made I this company, things that shouldn't be known to thoes out of this mafia, she keeps record of that. I would like to know if she knows that you run the USA mafia in this company and you are the Don of the mafia world." He asked.

“Three? You want to make him offer us three billion dollars?” Magda noticed even Darya thought Dimi might be a bit over the top and she watched her hands shaking. Yup. Dimi was pissed on her behalf. It suddenly felt good to have the backing of the daughter of the most ruthless mafia kingpin in the country. “A billion each? Let’s find out if when a billionaire gets their first billion how long it takes for the devil to show up.” On the beach the girls had held an entire discussion whether earning a billion got you a deal with the devil and Magda found herself wondering if Dimi might have already made it. Her face was far more wicked than she’d ever seen it.

"I don't agree. Why didn't you tell me? Is it because you found out something?" I'd found out everything. But truthfully, the seeds of doubt had been planted long before that day. Why did he manage to live so lavishly despite his gambling debts? Why did people from an entirely different social class treat him like the center of attention? I wasn't stupid, but I didn't want to doubt him. So, I forced myself to believe in him until the day I saw it all with my own eyes. After that, I could no longer lie to myself. A man who lied without shame and hurt me so deeply wasn't worth staying around for.

He lives alone as he enjoys the peace and quiet. On getting down from the car. “Sir?” Luck called He turned and looked at him “Your father requested your present at the old mansion,” he said. Eric not responding left him standing there and went inside. What a day. Erich MacMillies, the richest man in the whole of South America and beyond. Started his own business at the age of 19 and has been running it till this date, now the business has branches everywhere all over the country. With different rivals. He owns his own mafia den and nobody dares challenge him. The press and cops have been in and out of the Mafia ring but not knowing who owns it. Because they all know him as Andrew Richardson

"And he has help. The detective from the original case. A woman with resources I didn't anticipate." A pause is on the other end from the one who’s listening. "Handle it," Gerald Miller says. "Quietly. The way we handled it before." He hangs up, sets the newspaper down, and picks up his coffee. Outside the mansion walls and across whatever distance separates us from the man who destroyed both our families, the heart in my chest beats steady. It doesn't know about Gerald Miller. It doesn't know about the break-in or the offshore accounts or the calm voice giving orders in a leather chair.

If anything, they had played their biggest card without checking the deck, they better hope their ace is big enough to hold me. After all to short a time Detective Mosley made his way into the room. His crew cut hair in perfect form, not one hair out of place. “Can you tell me about Swiss bank account 78885478?” he asked, sliding the paper across the table. “Never heard of it.” I threw him a bone; we both knew it wasn’t true. I had millions in there, all from the drugs I made and smuggled into the country. “Isn’t this you?” He asked, pulling out photo after photo of me arriving at the bank.

Going to the den of death for dates with her Mafia lord? She finally burst into tears. This could not be her reality. EGAN He looked up as the old detective and his young, hot partner walked in. The old man was the only person Sam had been unable to throw off their backs. The others had conveniently withdrawn, but not this man. This man without a speck of dirt, and difficult to frame because he had no bad habits and zero greed. Egan stood up, smiling, “Please, sit.” He respected people like this. He wished fate had been kind to him so he could be like this.

He moved towards the bathtub and held her hands and she was still startled beneath. Leo mirrowed through those experiences with many ladies at the bar or club during late evenings.The surrounding crowd of women swelling around him because he was known to be very rich and his company The Dante's appear to be one of the greatest in the country. Ladies would gladly go naked for him, and offer their body for a piece of gold but he sensed that Clara was more modest and this caught his attention deeply. He released her hands and stepped back with a confused look still written all over her face. She wondered if he had been possessed. She wouldn't have lost her cool, if he was rather apologetic but

Those words are still engraved in William's head even now as he sits in the chief's office...in the SC PLANETS group...if they were really looking for him...he would be happy to see who this daredevil would fight and try to kill him. They don't know his identity of course, after all his name is the unknown billionaire... "Is there anything strange going on here in the last days?" William asked Adrian... hinting at the possibility that someone might be around...watching...snooping.