Red Johnson Novels & Stories

"I’ll give you everything a wife deserves—protection, loyalty, power. But love? I can’t give you that." That’s what Nicholas Baldocchi said the night he proposed. Our marriage was never about love. It was a deal—one meant to unite two mafia dynasties and end years of bloodshed. I told myself I could survive it. After all...he was the love of my life. I dared to hope that beneath his cold exterior, there might be something real. I was wrong. Now I’m stuck in a cold, loveless marriage with a man in love with someone else and caught in the middle of a war fueled by old family secrets and deep betrayal. Maximus Vanucci is ruthless and secretive, his thirst for revenge darker than

he asked. I looked around for Lisa and she seemed so happy I didn’t want to ruin it for her. I decided to dance with the guy but I made sure I moved closer to Lisa. I didn’t really trust this guy so I wanted to be close in case he tried something. We were all having a good time dancing, I was starting to feel a little more relaxed. We all went back to the table to have another drink. By the time the night was almost over I couldn’t hardly think straight. I needed to get some air, I told Lisa to come with me but the blonde guy named Jason said he’d walk me out. When we got outside I felt a lot better, my head was starting to clear a little. Jason was talking about something I couldn’t really

But, she seems familiar with the name. "You call your boss with 'Uncle'? Won't he be angry if he hear that? Wait? Jhony? R Corp? You mean, Jhony Redorge, right? Jhony Redorge, a very famous and wealthy businessman? The largest shareholder of R Corp?" surprised Leona. "Good afternoon, Sir," "Good afternoon, Sir," Leona turned to the several employees who greeted Ethan. Really, Ethan has a good position here. Until the employee greeted him politely.

At 6’4” with 230 pounds of Ranger muscle, Johnny didn’t exactly fade into the background—which was sometimes a hassle as a member of a black ops team. Johnny was trained to work targets and assets—and he’d work around the distraction. The really pretty distraction. A red-haired vixen broke off from the group and sauntered towards him. Damn. He’d always loved a tall and shapely redhead. He preferred not to date short women. He liked to stare in a woman’s eyes when they worked up to fucking—an A****n who could give as much as she got and wasn’t afraid to get a little rough. He preferred women who weren’t afraid of his brute strength.

“Oh yeah, will you need my help with any of them?” She gave me a lazy one shoulder shrug. “Well, it includes a penis so, you’ll do.” I grinned while I watched the color heighten on her cheeks. “I think I can definitely help you there, Champ.” The smirk on her face disappeared when the buzzer went off. “You’re up soon,” she whispered, turning her gaze to mine. “Your opponent is Jackson Simpson. He is six three, twenty-eight and this is his second match. He’s no good, you’ll have him in the first round. He leans back on his leg before he strikes.”

Jhon didn’t manage to say more than this he had no issue recognising Adair and Justin and Gatlin, who don’t know him. “Are you awake now?” Justin asked, he really hates double face man like Jhon, in the army this man actually helping drug and arms dealers. “Justin, Adair, why are you doing this to me?” Jhon asked with confusion, his only deal with Alex ended years ago and now Alex is out of this country and there is no way they getting any evidence against him.

And now that it seems like they really got together, the city was totally under the tyrant of this two! "Falcon," September called out, his eyes never leaving the old man. "Mr. Walter Johns, sixty-three years old, with three children, remarried thrice and is currently the owner of the J&J Co." Falcon recited which made Mr. Johns even paler than he is already. "J&J Co.?" He repeated as he looked at Maeve sideways. "Do you want that?" Maeve acted as if thinking before she shook her head. "I don't want to handle a weak business. It only took me half a day to tear it apart. I'll just watched by the sidelines, it's yours to play with." She said nonchalantly before taking in the last piece of the

The young man explained his motives. He was a handsome man dressed in a white shirt that spoke calmly and with a conceited expression. The Emperor was a member of the Johnstons, one of the Ancient Four. His real name was Theodore Johnston. He glanced at the young man in front of him and said smilingly, “I’m afraid it won’t be easy to kill James. Are you not aware of his achievements? He has been a soldier for ten years and has climbed the rankings from a mere soldier to the Commander of the Black Dragon Army. Despite resigning, he has the Blade of Justice, and no one in Sol can kill him.”

“You can’t be serious. This isn’t time to be dramatic.” “Oh, I am very serious. Almost as serious as you were about leaving me and your daughter home so you could come here to sleep with your assistant.” I raised my eyebrows at him challengingly. “Watch your words!” George Johnson snapped, his voice low and deep as he moved to step in front of his wife. He became a senator because he was good with his words in front of the camera and made the people love him, but in private, he was never a loving man. “You shall never defame my son’s image like that again.”

Julius said, planting his palms firmly on his desk and he thankfully navigated the conversation away from topics of conversation we had yet to discuss. “I’m assuming our Luna here is up to speed about Wes?” “Yes.” Julius and I replied in unison. “Okay dynamic duo. Well, when I say he is perhaps the weakest person I’ve ever encountered, I’m not lying. This guy is talking and I’m not even asking questions.” “I’m sure you’re not doing nothing.” Julius scoffed. “I’ve electrocuted him a handful of times, sue me.” Dean rolled his eyes, crossing his forearms over his broad chest. “Anyway, he’s confirmed that Adrian is working with someone and he’s got connections in the Blue Moon Pack.”