Sinister West Greene Novels & Stories

Men like this only think with one part of their body. I cover my mouth and giggle, fluttering my eyelids at the intimidating blonde man."I'm just a girl taking a swim in the pool. Who are you?" The man's face morphs into a terrifying glare, his arms shooting out and grabbing my body out of the pool. "Don't play with me, girl! Do you know who's estate this is or who I am? I'm Evander Weston, son of Noe Weston-the boss of the Weston Syndicate! In case you haven't gathered, you are trespassing on Weston Territory!" My heart flutters at his revelation. Fuck! Of all the syndicate henchman to run across, I had to cross Weston's son? Before I can think of a reply, Evander grabs a gun from one of th

“Sarah! You bitch! Who the hell are you calling a dog?!” Sydney clung to the iron gates, screaming in rage. “Sarah! Get back here! You think this is over?! Get back here!” Her shrieks echoed through the courtyard, but inside, Sarah didn’t spare her another thought. --- East Coast – Greenwoods District The Greenwoods District was the heart of the city—luxury boutiques lined the streets, interwoven with narrow alleys leading to hidden shops and speakeasies. Sarah’s car navigated through the crowd, her mind tangled with thoughts.

"No, nothing. Just ensuring the account is valid." "I see. Tell me, do you have a storage warehouse positioned closer to Manhattan that I can frequent next time? It seems like your logistical footprint out here is a bit unorganized and underground." The burly dealer laughed again. "Are you out of your mind? The Martins, unorganized? You cannot be serious, man." "Shut your mouth, Smith," Green hissed, glaring at his subordinate. He snatched a piece of scrap paper, aggressively scribbling down a list of coordinates. He shoved the paper into my hand. "Here. These are the secure drop locations we operate out of Manhattan."

“ Yup “ I agree , I pick up the folder off of the desk and have to stop myself rolling my eyes at the crime scene photos. So sloppy , so fucking messy. The kill looked ammature too. “ Keep on this, get Skip to hack whatever he can think of to get more information. Whoever this is , is pissing me off. No one goes against The Sinners like this and gets to walk away “ I snap throwing the folder down. I grab the keys for my sports bike and my helmet and walk past them. Just as I am about to exit the office, Saint calls out. “ Make a move Carnage “ he snaps knowing full well where I was going. I grunt sounding like Beast as I take off to get my fix.