Novelas y relatos de Small Mercies Dennis Lehane

Chapter 27 The SUV sped down the empty highway, city lights dwindling in the distance. Lena gripped the wheel in her fists, her heart pounding. The blast had given them minutes, but those were not nearly enough. Mercer sat quietly beside her, his hands trembling against his leg. He wasn't the calm, invulnerable kingpin now—he was a man running from death. Damien, seated behind Mercer, reloaded his gun. “That was sloppy.” Evelyn smirked. “It was effective.”

Street musicians gladly entertaining the tourists with their organettos and mandolins. Lovers making out in a dark corner, foolish move, Marco Marchetti thought as he walked past the dark alley. The city was beautiful and bustling, but it was also filled with thieves and criminals that were worse than thieves. He knew, he was one of them. The dignified ones though, the ones who didn't see themselves as criminals per se. It was the twisted law that saw and labeled them as criminals. The mafia. It wasn't a crime, it was a business, a business that has been smoothly run by the current Mafia King. A man whom Marco respected and honored. The man who was the main reason why Marco was out in the st

The man in the lead, the one with the foul mouth, was around 5' 6", slim but hard and leathery. His long greying hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and he had a dainty little gold ring through one flared nostril. The man at his back was obviously his body guard / knee breaker. Heavy muscles and a mean look, hair buzzed short, and too much jewellery. His gold rings probably doubled as brass knuckles. Great, a drug dealer. Ben got a bad feeling in his stomach but he knew he had to stay out of it. "Shit! It's Michael and Devan!" Leo said quietly. "Do you have Michael's money?" he asked Dana. She shook her head with tears in her eyes. Her face was turning red. "I didn't tell Dad where I wa

His eyes were bloodshot. A suffocating pain hit his chest. Like a dull blade cutting his heart open inch by inch. She was gone. She left with absolute hatred. She never looked back. The FBI stormed the church. They slapped cuffs on a screaming Bianca. The guests panicked and ran. The Capos looked at Nico. Disappointment and disgust in their eyes. A Don who couldn't even control his own woman. What power did he have left? Marco walked up to comfort him. Nico punched him to the ground.

Nicholas’s Point of View The sharp click of the desk drawer echoed in the dimly lit office, breaking the heavy silence that hung between us. My fingers grazed the cold metallic handle as I slid it open, retrieving three thick envelopes stuffed with cash. I tossed them onto the table with a calculated flick of my wrist, leaning back in my chair as I studied the three men standing before me. Their black suits blended into the shadows, their stances rigid but expectant. “That’s for a job well done,” I said, my voice calm yet laced with an undercurrent of menace. A sly smile tugged at the corner of my lips. “You scared the shit out of her.”

I reach for my phone on the counter while dialing a number as I walk out of the room. “You've been too quiet lately. That was not the agreement,” the voice speaks at the other end of the phone, as I approach a modest kitchen. “That's cause I have no major leads,” I reply, searching the fridge for some fresh milk. I slam the fridge door shut when I find it empty as I walk over to the cupboards, listening to the other voice. I'm craving for something really cold. “So why did you suddenly chose to call today? Have your heard about the new updates concerning Don Joe's case and the Italians?”

If he was not believing me, then I was not doing the right job yet. “Diablo drugged you?” “Unfortunately.” I said, looking away from him. “Then why is Alexis outside waiting for you to come? Don't tell me that Alexis is betraying Diablo too.” “Alexis does not betray. Alexis is a friend. However, Alexis also knows that I have my privacy. I believe that you know that people are easily bought with money. If offered the right amount, they are more than willing to comply. You are a good example to that, aren't you?” I said, making his eyes darken. I gave him a flirtatious smile and looked away from him as I rolled my eyes. “Are we going to keep standing or do you want to sit down? I'm wearing hee

stood out, as it reminded him of his family's roots in the Sicilian mafia. He had spent countless hours studying the hidden codes, the secrets, and the rituals that governed their world. And now, it looked like all those studies went down the drain. As he delved deeper into the book, Antonio's cough returned, this time more violently. He let out a hacking cough that hooked him in the throat, and a splatter of blood stained the pages, mingling with the ink of his youthful scribbles. The sight of the blood on the book was a stark reminder of his current state, and the fragility that lay beneath his tough exterior