One For The Money Book Series Novels & Stories

Sex. His hands were absolutely sinful. They were secretly rubbing his palm over my thigh and gave me that look in his eyes that he wanted it badly. I stiffened my body as soon as I feel him subtly groping my crotch in front of many people in this pub. He whispers to my ears, “Don’t worry I will pay you.” Money, I needed money to go back home. Even if my hands would get dirty, I would do it. “How much?” I asked. Calvin smiles, “How much are you?”

And I’m going to wield it with precision. The first step is information. Money can buy a lot of things.. which includes silence, loyalty, access and I still have enough of it to open the kind of doors most people don’t even know exist. I call in an old debt, a man who owes me more than his life. He doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t flinch when I tell him I want every ugly detail on Elliott’s father. I don’t need proof of the man’s corruption; I just need a map of where the skeletons are buried.

I said, trying to sound strong despite the tremble in my voice. "Oh, but you will," he said, his smile turning into a leer. "You're going to tell me everything I need to know about Torin. And if you don't," he stepped closer, his hand trailing down my cheek, "you'll regret it." The touch of his hand was like a snake slithering across my skin. "What the hell am I supposed to tell you? He's dead," I said, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice. He leaned in closer, his breath hot on my face. "Well, for starters, you can tell me where the hell the money is he stole from my family," he whispered, his hand moving to my neck and squeezing.

VINCENZO’S POV “Where is my money, Milano?” I grunted, as if annoyed, because the hell, I was. If there was a word more than annoyed, then I was surely that. This fucker, tied to a chair, covered in blood, sweat and saliva in the middle of one of my abandoned warehouse, stole from me. One hundred thousand dollars. The money for my merchandise coming from Italy to Russia. The fucker squandered it on women and useless materials things, thinking I wouldn’t hold him accountable.

After I hung up, Lydia Cross and Ryan Wells laughed so hard they nearly doubled over. Ryan clutched his stomach, tears almost coming out. "Connor, you really know how to brag. "I've seen all the purchase contracts for the Eastbank project. Not one of them has the name Bryce on it. Who are you pretending to be?" Lydia stopped laughing too, her face full of impatience and contempt. "Connor, that's enough. Keep pretending and you'll just embarrass yourself further."

Densely packed financial statements, bank transfers, asset transfers, and shipping lane and dock transfer documents rolled past one by one. The entire crowd watched in dead silence, not daring to blink. Martin was completely dumbfounded, his mouth hanging wide open in shock. Because beneath all of those documents, in the most prominent position possible, was my name on every single line. I looked at Martin's reaction with satisfaction and snapped my fingers. The screen shifted once again. In the report, a single line of text was exceptionally glaring. [Martin's current assets: 0 dollars [Current total debt exceeds one billion dollars.]

So y'all won't be confused... the first book is over This book is titled BRUTAL OBSESSION Enjoy?? BRUTAL OBSESSION Greyson The cash slides from my palm into the valet’s. His fingers curl around the wad of bills as he pulls back, and he looks away. Aw, he’s embarrassed.

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

Brittany went with a classic french tip with a coffin style. “Thanks. You too.” Walking over to Gavin, he was texting away on his phone. “Are you going to make it?” “No.” He glanced at me. “How are you holding up? Piercy gave the warriors your book. He’s looking over it with them.” “How’s that going?” I glanced down at his phone. Piercy’s name was pulled up. Gavin gave it to me to look. Piercy: Why the fuck did she need to do this? Gavin: Earn trust, you know this. How’s it going?

End of Book One . BOOK TWO : THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY