New York Novel Rutherfurd Novels & Stories

New York was a wound that never healed. It smelled of exhaust, wet concrete, and fried food that had been sitting too long. A city that chewed through people, then spit out their bones on the sidewalks. Perfect cover for me. I was hunting a man who thought he was untouchable—a kingpin who traded women like currency, who wore his cruelty like a designer suit. I’d been watching him for weeks. I had his routine memorized down to the minute. At 11:15 he stepped outside to smoke. At 11:28 his runner dropped an envelope. At 11:33 he checked his phone to make sure the alley camera still worked.

“The Vincenzo’s sure love to read '' I whispered, moving over to the shelf but I could only find books on economics, finances and many more on technology. It was so silly of me to think that I will find a romance book in the ruthless Alpha’s private library collection. I ended up picking a thick book on myths about hybrids, werewolves, vampires and witches. I ignored the various long and luxurious sofas around Alpha Aiden’s room which I should have sat on and went back to climb into Alpha Aiden’s bed. “I need to stay as close to Alpha Aiden as possible just in case he wakes up and needs my ethical help“ I tried to convince myself.

New York. It was in spring when the tentacles of the monster slithered as far as Manhattan. Respect for jurisdiction or territory was about to be disregarded, if they had some of it, as one assassin followed JC up to where he thought himself unreachable. Rudy Rude landed at JFK International Airport incognito. With no other purpose but to look for the tape, he checked out, picked up his bag, and immediately got a taxi directing himself nearest to Central Park West. He checked into a hotel and never worried about his identity. Nobody knew him and time was all his in the world to find his quarry.