Moriarty The Patriot Novels & Stories

"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."

"Don't come anywhere close to me" Ava took a step backward sobbing, she thought he was going to turn his back and leave, but her hope shattered when he took another step towards her. Ava had seen his profile and she had decided not to have anything to do with him. Don Drexel Mason popularly known as the snitch killer or the grim reaper, is the most dreaded Mafia Assassin in the underworld, not just in that country he was known all over the underworld in the whole continents.

Like it just happened yesterday. They made me who I am now, and I don’t have any regret for killing Kevin, Alex, and Gin and there are two more. It’s Alvin Ross who is now Ervin Ross and no matter how he hides, who he is...is who he is. Yeah right! I remember that quotation from Mother Conqueror. It says…

Brute force devoured naive ambition every time. “Pity,” I muttered, watching the boy’s body slump against a rusted barrel. “He’d have made a decent little waitress somewhere.” Movement to the right caught my eye. Another applicant, lean build, and sharp movements, came face to face with the same rogue who had killed the boy. They stared each other down. I narrowed my eyes. There was something… off. Not wrong. Familiar. The rogue lunged. And the applicant moved. In ten seconds flat, I watched the applicant dismantle a man twice his size. The crunch of bones—heard even from my perch—was almost musical. I leaned in closer, lips parting slightly.

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.

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."

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.

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

It needs to be deleted. Morgan closes the folder and lets out a sigh, ignoring the fact that she was impressed by her target's beauty. - Of course you do, otherwise I wouldn't be here. - That's right. You are the best among us for the job. - Why are you using a figure of speech? Just tell me right to my face that I'm going to have to kill this cop. There was indignation in her voice. Morgana doesn't like the role she plays. - Okay, you'll have to kill the policeman. I know you don't like it, but you are so skilled and genius that I only trust you to do it. Besides, that's not all.

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 ."