Pomerantz Novels & Stories

to run my company. I knocked on his door and waited impatiently. It was early on a Saturday morning, a day off for us both, but if I have to drag him out of his bed I will. The door opened and he looked surprised to see me."Mason.. What's up?" "The Mercer deal is falling through.."He opened the door wider and I walked into his apartment. "I can't believe this.. everything was fine after the meeting."Eoin walked across the room behind me and started to clear up the beer bottles on the living room coffee table.

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

I run to the door and lock it behind him, feeling how flimsy it is and somehow knowing it won't stop anyone who tries to get in We should never have called them. Damien looks confused now, all his anger has gone with the strange interaction with the police and the others look as helpless as I feel. The man's words resound in my brain "The only person who can protect you completely is Cain" and I know now that regardless of if he's married or a liar, I need to call him, if only to keep us all safe. My gaze meets Gale's and she nods, sliding her drawer open and picking up my phone. I sit down beside her, staring at his name after I unblock it and somehow, as if he knows I've done it, my phone

Peter greeted taking a seat on the only empty seat available. " Gentlemen, this is my friend I told you about, Peter Maxwell, " Joe said about his friend. The older gentleman who looked to be in his seventies with piercing laser brown eyes looked intently at Peter. " Your friend here tells me that you require our services. " Peter gulped and turned to his friend with a question as to who the man is in his eyes. " This is Percy Smith, owner of Dabomb corps, " Joe answered. Peter frowned. " Never heard of you guys. "

my father said, looking at me, almost daring me to say something. "Mr. Berlusconi, I've conducted thorough research. It turns out that she no longer has a fiancé. You actually returned the money to him two years ago," Bossman informed me, leaving me even more astonished. "Wait, he did research," I asked myself. "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Gravano," my father said without taking his eyes off me. I turned to Bossman, not wanting to look at that prick, and noticed him calling Samuele over. Samuele handed him a file and walked away.

Damian busied himself with reading about the company. He read through the company's profile and everything but there wasn't a single photo of the CEO. Damian frowned as he found it weird. Renee Peterman. The name wouldn't stop ringing in his ears. Something didn't sit right with him, something felt off. Damian shrugged off the feeling and kept scrolling when something caught his eyes.

Romeo relaxes his back on the chair, elbow propped up on the chair's arms as he gauges Mr Sandoval's expression. Sandoval clears his throat again and adjusts in his seat with a painful sigh. He looks at Romeo, then at the people around the table, almost too repeatedly before he finally nods his head. Good for him. "So we have a deal?" For the first time, someone else makes an attempt at contributing to the discussion. His name is Kevin Kunis or something like that. He is an owner of a law firm, a hospital and a major shareholder of Platinum Penny. Aside from having only one commentary at every board meeting, his fashion sense is unacceptable, and that has been made obvious from the way he fe

That was the end of that, and no amount of arguing was going to change his mind, though she gave it her best shot. Paul was there without Jen and not looking too good. He looked like he'd aged a few years in the last couple of months. The new judge was one she'd never heard of, and he was no-nonsense and to the point. She learned then that Paul and his attorney had swindled her, hiding assets and doing a lot of underhanded things that her fresh out of law school lawyer didn't know the first thing about how to look for. Kyle had unearthed it all.

She stood for a second, recomposing her minds and quickly moved towards the entrance of her room. “ Mom, dad! I will be going out with friends today. But I won't be too late. I promise!” Phelan said in a low, soft voice, facing to the ground off from his father's eye. Standing at the middle of her room's door. “Friends?” Ozouf said, laughing as he moved closer. “You pathetic fool! Someday you'll wake up from your little fantasy and learn just how good of a friend is. Now, bas! Enough of this. Give us that kite. Zeff must have been looking for it”

It had for weeks now become a trait that seemed unavoidable to the residents of the Family, and in all honesty, it was becoming hella annoying in here. Paolo spoke to no one besides the Consigliere, Marco and I, the Underboss about the mess we had going on with Lil Joe. “When do I get my money?, you're messing with the wrong Dog, Joe, I’m certain you're aware” He continued, honing out flames from the bellows of his mouth.