New York Novel Rutherfurd Novels & Stories

Ruthless. **Re: New York Custody Inquiry** My heart stopped.

Hello Mrs de la Lucca, I am Jean, a hypnotherapist. Do you know why you're here? Hi Dr. Jean, Yes, my husband told me about you, and this meeting. Call me Savannah, please! Good, I wanted us to be on the same page as you and your husband, Ari. Yes, of course. Ari explained to me the purpose of this treatment. What do you do? Savannah? I worked in the Finance Dept of Aztec Intl. as a bookkeeper and payroll assistant. I am a novelist and an aspiring photographer. My work was with National Geographic. I played violin for our town's symphony orchestra when we had a community concert 4 times a year.

I immediately turned back to my work, ignoring her. But she had a bone to pick with me. "Are you reading storybooks in my class, young lady?" she asked, her voice booming all over the room. I looked at her, confused. I shook my head. "No, ma'am." I wasn't dumb, I wouldn't risk having my precious book taken away. Maybe in some other class like History where the teacher paid no mind to what students were doing behind their desks. Mrs. Rutherford lunged forward, fishing my novel from my lap. She studied the cover and glared at me. "Thought you could hide it from me?"

She would never have thought the idea of him spanking her would have such an effect on her. He took a sip of his coffee as he studied her, and Cherish just stood there under his scrutiny. After a stretched-out moment, he said, "So, tell me about the conversation now. You said you weren't interested in returning. Is that the truth?" She shrugged. "I don't know, to be honest. And, in the way of full disclosure, it was sort of a mixture of him asking if I would want to return and me asking if he'd take me back. At the moment, the bullshit at Harbor City Carpet had me over it all, especially with Mary driving me nuts with her snippy, judgmental attitude, and the chaos left behind with Kim's abr

"So will you take this case on?." They all nod as Noah laughs as he says. "The company has been looking into the Rutherfords business dealing for the past four months. "My mouth dropped to the floor, not a pretty sight I'm sure, as I mumble, "Really" Aiden takes my hand in his Yeah, really, baby." I gulp as I say, "So what about my Father ?." Alan Taylor nods his head in understanding before he replies, "The Rutherford have been using failing businesses to money launder, they buy a business cheaply and hide their money in it, theve taken over three companies so far, and the owners of each company have mysteriously disappeared."

RUBY'S POV Locking the bedroom door behind me, I pulled the scrap piece of paper from the pages of the classic novel and stared at the neatly scribbled digits. My heart was still doing a frantic rhythm against my ribs from my near-miss with Alex in the study, but I forced my breathing to steady. I needed answers, and I needed them from the one man in Manhattan who treated high-society secrets like currency. I punched the numbers into my phone, pressed dial, and brought the receiver to my ear.

I said, sadly. He faced me as he took a few steps forward. "Dante is the boss and I'm his right hand, second in command." He said and I gasped in shock. "New York belongs to the King. Sicily and California fall under Bianchi's territory. And!" His gaze turned intense as he leaned forward. "Manhattan, Milan, Lombardy, Southern Italy, they all answer to Maximo Russo Moretti." His gaze locked onto my ring.

the location parameter specified the luxury apartment? Zero precedents existed within institutional protocols for executing a thesis evaluation inside a private residential domain. A profound sense of psychological unease began to compromise my internal systems. Compounding the friction, the raw terror radiating from his glare minutes prior had been thoroughly menacing. What hidden, dark agenda was his network actively orchestrating? "What underlying crisis has manifested?" Roy questioned, his facial muscles projecting an aura of deep, unmitigated concern.

My mind raced with questions, with worries I couldn’t shake, but I focused on the steady rhythm of my breath. Then the door opened, and Rafe returned, his face tight, eyes hard. “Time to go,” he said. I nodded and climbed out of the car, the gravel under my boots crunching with each step. Rafe didn’t speak as he led me inside the building. I couldn’t help but feel the weight of the moment settle around us, the unspoken tension thickening the air. Inside, the building was dimly lit. Old wooden floors creaked under our feet, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that we weren’t alone.