Moriarty Novels & Stories

She can't help herself they just bring back bad memories for me. Towards the end of the night the evening had died down only a few people where left In the restaurant. She makes myself a cup of tea and sits at the bar and drinks it waiting till the diners all leave. All of a sudden she felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up turning around seeing the detective staring at her, he pulled out a bar stool and sat down and said to her " I'm sorry if I'm staring at you but you look really familiar, I don't know where I've seen you but I feel as though I now you, or maybe you look like someone I just can't figure it out". I smile at him and nod my head bring my hair down to cover the s

he mocked. “I don't care! They are all good people!” I shouted and realized that actually I would have found some exceptions from that rule… Okada burst out laughing. “Ms. Kowalsky, you are adorably naïve and stupid… Do you know Marcus Mortimer? Did you know he was a lieutenant in the US Army at the age of 23? He was disciplinary discharged for attempted assault on his superior… but the truth was he actually killed his superior, and thanks to Hiro's powerful influence, and bribes… he still walks and talks freely. Despite of the fact that three expert psychiatrists diagnosed that he was a sociopath…”

What puzzling me the most was the black car that could have killed her instantly. Jerome found the number bizarre at first look. He traced the plate number this morning, but we found out that it wasn’t even registered.

"Thank you, I shall see to that immediately." Getting the body was easy, she had a friend, Max at the morgue who gave her all the details she needed. The body she found was that of a man called Morgan Daniel. He was a twenty-seven-year-old convict that was serving for drug lifting. He had just recently died that morning and there was no family to come to claim his body. She paid Max off for helping to drop off the body and sent him on his way. The psychic made him a cup of tea before he left.

Just me, Damian, the three thugs, and a growing cloud of fury that hung thick in the air. The silence was shattered by the sound of the front door creaking open again. I turned my head slightly, my gun never moving from the hostage's temple. A man walked in, followed by two more bodyguards. He wore a tailored black suit, black gloves, and dark sunglasses. But even without seeing his eyes, I knew who he was. Santiago Morales. The notorious Don of the Morales crime family. I had heard stories about him. Stories of what he did to men who crossed him.

“We’ve got a problem.” Dante was on his feet instantly, a bad feeling tightening across his back. He moved toward the window, where darkness still enveloped the estate. “Speak.” “Franco Moretti was executed two hours ago.” The air thickened in his throat. Moretti wasn’t just an ally; he was the bridge between the Bellandis and the De Lucas—the man who kept the fragile truce in Milan with the Camorra from turning into a bloodbath. And, on top of that, he was Fabio’s brother. His death wasn’t just a settling of scores. It was a message.

He winced and that awakened the drowsy Alpha. "Callum". He murmured looking at him. Callum saw him trying to smile. But fainted again... ********* Tabby

"What do we know about this man?" Roman cleared his throat. "He was in the mafia organisation many years ago but he quit. Now we know nothing other than he's a businessman. Every other thing about him is discreet." The others watched silently as Nikolai walked toward the glass wall overlooking the city skyline. "I don’t believe in coincidences," he said quietly after a long silence. "If my private seal was used, someone inside opened the door for him." Roman swallowed hard, but before he could say a thing, Victor chirped. "You think someone betrayed us?"

Lorenzo had hidden Alice and Alvin perfectly. Morgan’s Strategy: Utilising his limitless financial resources. He hired a team of top-tier global hackers to try and breach Lorenzo's network, track the flow of funds to unregistered properties belonging to the Mafia King, and monitor every suspicious bank transaction across London and Europe. Morgan focused on logic and security systems. "It’s impossible that Lorenzo hasn't spent any money at all. He hasn't been found anywhere with Alice," Morgan grumbled, staring at a screen that showed zero suspicious activity from Lorenzo's accounts. "He must be using cash or someone else."

I moved with calculated ease, avoiding the scattered patrols who still had no idea their entire security system had turned against them. Poor fools. As I approached the master wing, a guard rounded the corner, his rifle at the ready. I was on him before he could blink. One sharp twist—his neck snapped with a sickening crunch. He dropped like a marionette with its strings cut, his weapon slipping from his grasp. I stepped over the body without a second thought. The heavy oak doors at the end of the corridor loomed ahead. Behind them, Dominic Vance. The bastard who thought money could buy him invincibility.