Richard Dreyfuss Novels & Stories

I greeted with a wide smile, immediately throwing my body back onto my bed. "Hello, darling," I heard the thick British accent from my godfather say to me through the phone and a shiver ran through my entire body, "how's my little star doing?" he asked me and I bit the corners of my lips. I felt so shy as though I was beneath his intense gaze, "I'm doing ok, how about you?" I asked him. My godfather was Octavious Bradford, and he's probably the most good looking gentleman I've ever set my eyes on. It doesn't help that I have a bit of a crush on him and he continuously spoils me way more than he spoils my older sister.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

He smiles and continues to make coffee, calmly. —I already know WHO made you lose sleep. - says Richard, pouring a cup of coffee for me. He stares at me and says. — I don’t know what’s going on between you, but it must be something ... important. I am not to judge anyone, because I am not a saint, just enjoy this phase of freedom because it will pass, and one day will return to your life and miss what you did not... Richard was no saint: Despite being one step away from the altar, he always got involved with some volunteers and his newest achievement is the poor Aidê.

But Calvin's gaze was simply ignored, and he continued to concentrate on the winding road in front of him. “I just got a message from my partner. Are you being held captive? Tell me where are you now!” "I'm not in captivity, Rick. Please answer my question!" Before Rick started rambling again, Hazel immediately stopped him with a stern words that implied that she didn't want to be denied. "You know Richard Duffal?" "Hah? What? Of course, doesn't everyone know Richard Duffal as a successful rich billionaire. It's a ridiculous question that even a five year old child can answer."

“Dad, I know everything. I have evidence. I wanted to show you, but I knew you wouldn’t believe me.” The crowd fell into a hushed silence, their cameras still recording, their pens still scribbling. Richard’s chest rose and fell shakily as he mustered his final strength. “I… I didn’t kill your parents, Lincoln. Yes, I stole the AI—” “Dad!” Lucas interrupted, his voice filled with disappointment and disbelief. “Let me finish, Lucas,” Richard rasped. “I regret it every day. But I never killed Dreyfus. He was my best friend. I wanted to adopt you, Lincoln, to give you half of everything I own. But I couldn’t find you… You disappeared…”

We needed answers. "That was Mr. Dechart and his men. He's a billionaire who is involved in criminal activities. I owe him $100,000 but I don't have the money." Questions came to me at once. Why was dad involved with this man? Who was he? Why was he doing this? "How did you get involved with him?" Hunter asked and we sat down in the chairs facing dad.