Moriarty The Patriot Novels & Stories

For the first time in his life her was afraid, afraid of her opinion of him, afraid of if she would even like him, just afraid. Present Day. It had been two weeks since I graduated from university and moved back home with my parents and brothers. My father, Romero Ramos, is the leader of the Spanish/American Mafia until my eldest brother, Mateo Ramos, takes over next year. My mother, Maria Ramos, was born into the Mafia just like the rest of my family and lastly my second brother, Sebastian Ramos will be my Mateo's second in command for Mateo when he become leader. The there's me, Sofia, I have been involved in offical mafia business since I was sixteen years old, my job is mostly traning ne

He stays silent for a few seconds just staring at me like I've given him the worse news anyone could ever hear. "You can't-" He says with a low growl in his tone which scares me a little. He sees the look on my face and he lets out a heavy sigh trying to calm himself. Great! Now I made him angry. "You can't have a boyfriend." He states. "But I do. And that's what I wanted to tell you." I tell him. "No.." He says shaking his head in denial. "But-" I start saying before he cuts me off. "Morgana" He says my name with so much gentleness. "I can't accept the fact that you have a boyfriend. You're MY mate. You belong with me."

Morgan hissed, rushing to him, trying to pry his hands from her mother's throat. "I am not your father, you pathetic bastard. After all I did for you, Denise? Really?" he questioned. "I killed my parents for you. I killed that stupid doctor who wanted to run the autopsy. I killed my father's lawyers....how dare you?! I'll kill you too. I am already headed to hell anyway. I might as well go out with a bang." "Detective," I called out, my voice ringing with a finality that made Denise, Armando, and a still sobbing Morgan shiver. "I believe you’ve heard enough of the confession."

"Morrison's father?" "Thomas Morrison spent thirty years at the FBI before retiring to consulting. His daughter, Detective Morrison, was investigating the same trafficking network when she was killed. Victoria's files contain evidence that would expose Thomas Morrison's involvement in covering up that network for years. He had his own daughter killed to protect himself." I sat down hard. "Jesus Christ."

He'd become the kind of man I was still trying to be. Watching him face Morrison's revenge with dignity while I'd spent my own legal troubles lashing out and blaming others... it highlighted uncomfortable truths about character. That evening, I reviewed the information my private investigator had compiled on Heron Lewis. Morrison's former intelligence operative had disappeared to Montreal, living under assumed name in apartment near Old Port. She had the evidence—recordings, documents, proof of Morrison's posthumous scheme. But she wasn't talking, wasn't cooperating, wasn't offering the information that could save Blake.

"Upon hearing this, Morgan was slightly stunned." How did you know I was here? "Maverick mentioned about you, and I thought he was lying. But I immediately understood when I saw you and the people outside. These people should all be soldiers." Nathaniel took a sip of water and coughed because his throat was dry. "Morgan nodded and said, ""Sort of, but they are all veterans. I didn't choose the current soldiers in the investigation to avoid the public's attention. After all, this was the only way to settle this issue. Did you just say that Maverick told you about this? He's the son of Augustus? Are you still in contact with him? That man is very strange."""

"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 back turned, slowly turned around. Standing before him was a man, no older than forty, looking at h

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".

Morgana had a date with the mob boss she served in, and she doesn't like to meet with Daryl, the famous and feared Canino. Usually, these meetings end with her going after some target and getting blood on her hands. She let out a deep sigh, turning her back to the window. She grabbed her cell phone and a gun, leaving her apartment in the same minute. She sped her car through the busy streets of New York City, experiencing a fine drizzle. Before reaching the shed where the organization meets, Morgana bought two coffees. One for herself and the other for Daryl. She parked in front of the shed, going inside with the coffees in hand. Inside, everything was as it had always been. In fact, abandon

He’s a man who got power. But the question is… how did he know my name? Why is he here saying that he’s against my wedding? I don’t remember giving him my name that night and it’s impossible that he knows I’m pregnant with his child. “Mr. Moriarty-“ “I want this wedding to be called off, Mr. Clarks,” the man cut off Dad coldly like he was talking to someone beneath him. Peyton’s father, Richard, stood. “Mr. Moriarty, I don’t see any reason why you want my son’s wedding to be called off. I don’t intend to offend you, but may I ask why are you here?” He asked in a polite manner.