Modo Mobi Ltd Novels & Stories

Mo had a habit of beating around the bush, but this took the price. “His name is Mason Law and he’s the co-owner of Sprocks.” She finally said. My mouth dropped open. Sprocks was one of the biggest if not the biggest tech companies right now. They had seemingly risen out of the dust to overthrow long standing companies by leaps and bounds.

“I’ve got a book coming next week, Rose’s firm is trying to get this bank renovation, you’ve got a parents’ evening, Sarah’s working late so everything’s ready for when she goes on maternity leave, and Alice is trying to hire a new editor.” “I thought running a YouTube channel was supposed to be easy.” Dad said. “It was when she started. But it’s an oversaturated market and rich people came in with their drones so we have to up our game.” Hugo appeared beside me. “Right, breakfast.” “So, we meet there.” Dad nodded. “Are they still telling us to wear masks?” “It’s encouraged.” We managed to keep covid under control in Mobia, a lot better than they had in the UK and between regular tests and t

ERON My phone beeped, signalling a text. It was from Levi Apollo, CEO of Apollo Interiors Ltd. She'll be there by Thursday, it read. I grinned. It looked like she was running away from me the past few days. Almost like she had forgotten about her family, but I was not going to allow that. I was a selfish man, and I wanted her to understand that. Even if I was so fucking confused at the moment, I was sure of one thing, which was my severe attraction for her.

Everybody move out. All Mob: YES!!!

Have fun! Moby: You too, baby. Enjoy yourself.

Then a voice rang out from somewhere in the back: “Twelve million.” The words hit like a gunshot. My breath caught. Who would dare outbid Massimo?

“Leo keeps his word,” Susan scoffed, “Oh sure he does. He threatened to hurt you if you didn't return his money in two weeks and sure enough, he did. Of course he keeps his word. I see why you have such faith in him,” she added sarcastically. “And what exactly are you ‘working on’ this time around? Are you going to borrow money from yet another mob boss or are you going to make another bad investment?”

"Who’d you terrorize today?" "Mr. Bradley," she answered casually, sipping the beer Donnie handed her. "Not the old man again!" Donnie groaned, shaking his head. As she sat, a man beside her caught her eye. He wore a wide-brimmed hat that covered most of his face, expensive snake-skin boots, and a silver cobra ring on his thumb. His hands looked too soft for hard work, and though his face was mostly hidden, his presence was commanding. "Hello!" Bisila snapped, trying to catch his attention.

I didn’t trust her either. But something about her made it hard to look away. I rubbed the back of my neck and went back to my screen. I had video surveillance stationed over the area, it was easy to track whatever shit I needed. I Pulled up the traffic cam feeds within a ten-mile radius. If she was telling the truth about a car, it should’ve shown up. It did. A black Mercedes had pulled off the road near the forest line at 3:12 a.m. I zoomed in. The license plate was smeared with mud, but I ran it anyway. It was registered under Hollis Inc.

He walks toward me and says, “I’m sorry to disturb you, boss. I know that perhaps this isn’t the right time. But this can’t wait.” I sigh. “What is it?” “I don’t know if Miss Laura told you about what happened today.” I frown. “No, what happened?” “We tried to call you,” he says. I immediately search for my phone but I know it isn’t in my pocket. Where did I put it? At the office. I left it on the fucking table. “Her sister Mary was at the shopping mall. In her car. A black Ranger. She sped away when she saw us.”