Novel & Cerita Moriarty

My jaw throbbed from where someone had knocked it out of line earlier. But I didn’t make a sound. Because standing in front of me—dressed in all black, hands in leather gloves, and a gaze as dead as the grave—was him. Benedetto Morreti. The Mafia Boss of The Black Empire. The man who raised me, broke me, and rebuilt me as his weapon. He didn’t speak at first. Just stared. His salt-and-pepper hair was slicked back with precision, his dark eyes scanning me with that same cold detachment he used on corpses and bank ledgers alike. He looked more like a priest than a kingpin. But I knew better.

TITLE: MISTAKEN PREY SYNOPSIS ***On what should have been the happiest day of my life, I was not only betrayed by the one I trusted most, but found myself in the wrong place at the wrong time. Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that I would end up as the despised captive of Hector Morales—the feared, ruthless and blood—thirsty Mafia King. RUBY MARTINEZ ——— ***For as long as I can remember, I have dreamed of the moment I would finally take my revenge on Don Gray and destroy everything that he holds dear.

"Exactly as you heard! Anthony Moriarty wants to reopen the investigation into the murder of the Bartz family. He claims there were major irregularities in how it was handled. The entire case was brushed aside simply because your family had a reputation for being part of the mafia. According to Moriarty, there were significant violations, and he’s seeking justice for every child, baby, woman, and elder who was murdered that terrible day." "And who is this Moriarty?" "It’s me, Marcus! Don’t you recognize me?" said a man standing behind the bars. Marcus, who was leaning against the bars with his bac

He still had every intention of collecting. I couldn't give him what he wanted, though, because what he wanted was my mother's legacy. This house. The land. All of it. He'd even pay me for it, at least the portion my father didn't owe him. Moriarty was a business developer. Well, that was the legitimate front. He had a way of getting what he wanted and didn't have any problem using whatever means he needed to. When Stephen had told me to call the police and let them handle it, he didn't realize Moriarty had the police on his payroll. I'd have to deal with him, and I couldn't have Veronica be a part of that.

ETIENNE 'S POV I wish I could get up like this for the rest of my life.Nat was sleeping on my arms,her head on my chest.My phone vibrated ,I slowly moved as to not wake her up.I was draped around her body so I couldn't get up. "Hello?" "Mr.Martin?This is Sherlock." "Yes what is the latest update?" "Sir,my investigation tells me that the person who attacked Ms Taylor is the right hand of Marco Moretti".

His attention was drawn to his bed, where he remembered his stray had been sleeping without any undergarments on. As he contemplated the possibility that Emily had been murdered while he was gone, he clenched his hands tightly. It persisted in giving him mental anguish. And he was troubled by the unexpected behavior he had displayed with Bella. He gave orders to his second in command to investigate Bella's movements, but regrettably, the investigation led them to believe that Bella was the principal offender in the poisoning of his stray.

Dante said, as I kept my eyes on the phone, my heart racing against my ribcage as I tried processing what he was saying. “Why?” I asked, frowning in confusion “regardless whatever it is, why would he be doing such a thing?” “I’m not sure, we’re yet to find anything about him” Dante said, looking at me, studying my expression as I handed him the phone. He took it from me and scrolling through it again, he handed me the device and I frowned when I saw the picture of Giovanni’s car, and Mattia standing in what looked like the inside of his parking, his back to the car as he smoked a cigarette “he’s an Alpha, Alpha Nicolas to be more specific, and I don’t know why, but I have reason to believe

, I spoke, "I got the information that Nicholas Monet, also known as Simon Morris is a certified con artist and a sexual pervert who moved from place to place to find his victim. He already become a 'wanted' person in France and the authorities are continuously in search of him." "Thank you for the information, Detective. Please keep me updated about this person", I said as I ended the call. I let out a prolonged sigh while my fist involuntary tightened as the name Simon Morris persistently echoed in my head. He was that fucking asshole who sought to exploit Vera before and his demonic face was vividly haunting in my thoughts. My phone rang again and it was my best friend Vince. He had been

Something sinister lay in the silence and Dan turned to scan the way. He wouldn't be caught off guard again. A shadow shifted in his periphery, and he turned as a man stepped from between two cars. Medium heights. Medium build. Well-dressed and carrying a briefcase. Not someone Betty would normally have noticed. Not someone she would normally have thought of as a threat. But these weren't normal circumstances, and everyone was a threat until proven otherwise. "Hey!" the man called out, offering a quick wave and a brief smile. "I've locked myself out of my car, and my cell phone is in it. Can you give me a hand?"

If anything, my years as dispatcher had taught me resilience. Where did a man with no digital footprint conduct his real business? I hesitated and breached regional security clearance files. My breath caught. Got him. His pictures flooded my screen. Devastating photos, each one carrying an unsettling energy. The kind that could make good women ignore their instincts. The file expanded and my blood turned cold. Dominic Morvanti was one of the largest weapons manufacturers in the region. The man who made me feel seen. The man who called me Little Bird. The man who looked at me like I was precious.