Moriarty The Patriot Novels & Stories

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.

“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 rescued her and now he can't let her go... Giovanni de Luca, a Beverly Hills born mobster climbing the ladder to success. He will do anything to protect his family and ensure their successful name throughout L.A. When he meets Rosalia Bernardi, a gorgeous young woman from Palermo, things change dramatically. It's not only him and his family he has to protect now but also the young life of Rosalia. The pair commence a rollercoaster ride they can't seem to get off especially because Giovanni is in the Mafia.

One of them being the shooting that killed Liam, they still hadn't found out who did it, whoever did it covered their tracks very good, not even Matteo could trace them He was going to have that meeting with Liam's second in command today, it was even almost time as he brought out a cigarette stick and lit it up, he placed it in his mouth, inhaling the nicotine scent of it and feeling the smoke burn through his chest. Batroix was still unconscious and he still hadn't found a way to go around the problem of arms, since his official arms dealer was shot that night too. Not that he couldn't just find himself another arms dealer but he needed someone he could trust, someone as reliable as Martin

They gave her breathing space about a year later. Tristan stopped by from time to time. Both of them surprisingly grew close. He didn't know anything about Nicholas. Her parents grew fond of him, he was one of the reasons they agreed for her to move out back. They refuse to believe he was a former Mafia member. According to her mom, he was so sweet.

The betrayal, the horrible things those rogues did to me. The sound of their voices, smell, the awful feeling of their sweety dirty bodies crashing into mine. How they bite me over my mate mark. My arms, inner thighs, breasts, and how they laughed. Their groans and grunts. Everything would haunt me forever. I chose the second one. Now I’m a tall, dark beauty. My eyes are hazel brown, and my hair is almost black. I’m no longer naïve. No more will I be a fool. Never would anyone keep me in the dark. I’m Mallory, and I remember everything.

he asked, voice trembling. "Of course not!" Garrett started, trying to defend himself. "Of course it is!" Morrison roared. "You could've paid the ransom, but you refused. Alton Murray's son was tortured to death, and the kidnappers sent videos of it week after week to his father, while his son died! And you did nothing. You didn't lift a damn finger!" "Morrison!" Garrett bellowed, but the general was beyond stopping. "That's why Murray wants you dead! That's why he's been trying to kidnap you, torture you, kill you," Morrison shouted, turning to Liam. "And Max knew! Max told your father that he needed to come clean with you—to protect you—and Garrett refused!"

"I prefer your mother's tight little ass bent over my desk. And I did fuck her in the ass. She needed to be taught a lesson—" "You're a fucking liar! A goddamned fucking liar!" They held me tight. I heard the click of a gun being cocked and felt the cold steel of it behind my ear. "I don't want a mess in my office, boys," Moriarty said, calm as could be. He returned his full attention to me. "See, I did keep my word. I did forgive his debt. That time. But your father didn't learn. When she came to me again, well, there's just so much a man can do for used-up old pussy, isn't there?"

I had just listened to a murderer secret , and I wasn't sure if I was ready for what lay ahead. "Where do we start?" I asked, my voice firm. Dominic's eyes locked onto mine, his gaze piercing through the silence. "We start with the truth," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "We start by telling them with what really happened between I and my fiancee ."

"She was innocent, and you took her life without a second thought." El Patrio's eyes narrowed as he absorbed this revelation. "Ah, a personal vendetta. How poetic." He laughed then continued. "You see, young man, I have killed a lot of people, so if you are going to kill me, let me know at least the person I am getting killed for. "Amira!" Daniel snapped. "You killed Amira." El Patrio puzzled for a moment as if he was trying to remember who goes by that name. "The Indian?" He asked. He received a positive nod from Daniel. "You were in love with an Indian girl. Oh, come on, I would bet you look English."