Small Mercies Dennis Lehane Novels & Stories

I threw myself into my bedroom, slammed the door shut, and collapsed onto the mattress, sobbing hysterically. Thomas can't be dead. It wasn't his fault. Danzel was a heartless monster. Every terrifying rumor I had ever heard about the mafia was true. Killing was just a game to him. He enjoyed taking lives. He enjoyed seeing the helpless terror in people's eyes. I cried until my head pounded, burying my face in the pillows. All I could see was the image of Thomas bleeding out on the pavement. The hurt in his eyes before Danzel dragged me away. He didn't deserve to die like that. He was just trying to save me. He was trying to help me get back to my family, and he paid for his kindness with hi

He approached them fast. Iris stopped. Dante’s eyes followed the cop with irritation. The officer looked at Dante with that familiar mix of fear and excitement. They knew Dante was a Mafia Lord. They had been trying to prove it for years. But Dante always covered his tracks. The only time he slipped, Iris found the loophole and dragged his man to court. After that, Dante knew the cops would get what they had been looking for if she pushed further. So he approached her first and turned the table. “Dante Moretti,” the officer said. He sounded bold, but his eyes showed fear. “I see you’re enjoying your freedom.”

Nobody moved. Not Alex. Not Reyes. Not the agents behind them. Even Aiden stayed perfectly still clutching Zara’s hand. Because Andrew Mercer didn’t look nervous. He looked in control. Like this entire night had unfolded exactly the way he expected. Alex kept the gun aimed directly at his chest. “You’re done.” Mercer smiled faintly. “People have been saying that to me for twenty years.” Reyes stepped forward. “Andrew Mercer, you are under federal investigation for conspiracy, obstruction, racketeering—”

Geneva walked through her trembling feet and thinking what she have done to arrest her, While she's walking backward, she heard "Put a handcuffs of him," "Him?" she said, when she turned around she saw they arresting a man, A man who threw the gun at her a while ago, he was arrested by committing a crime nearer, One of the cops staring at Geneva while shook his head, Geneva smiles out of embarrassment with her hand's up, She looked at her arms and annoyed that it still up, she let cops leave first before she let her arms down,

The allies I had only stayed because they benefited more from us than without us. In this mafia game, everyone was out for their own gain. “I understand your frustration—and believe me, I’d like to punch someone too. But I want to tell you something about this,” Nico said, turning the laptop toward himself again and typing frantically. He mumbled, “Something you might not like.” “As if you ever give me good news,” I grumbled. Nico let out a short snicker. “Here,” he said, turning the screen back around. It now showed a wide range of notes. My vision skimmed over the details, but my eyes widened with each word.

I said. “I’m always gentle.” “You are not. You’re a mafia boss who has, I know not assuming ,hurt people.” “I contain multitudes.” He tilted my head back slightly, careful to keep the water and suds away from my eyes, and the small, thoughtless consideration of it hit me harder than it probably should have.

Madam grace cleared her throat before looking at Roseanne with a smile” I was not ordered to divulge this information but once the boss is back you can ask him Mrs Grey” Roseanne tried to ask more questions but the look on madam grace showed she won’t speak a word, so she decided not to ask and keep her mouth shut. SISIANO’S STREET Gerald sat in his black cyber truck his eyes cold and angry. Andrew walked to the window and knocked on it gently, Gerald opened the door and walked out of it with a cold look. Andrew bowed before looking up to talk. “ The heads have been hanged on a tree each and we’ve piled up their body together , Shane’s awaiting order to burn them” Andrew said. Gerald smirk p

My throat constricted as I asked, "What are you busy with right now?" Zachary scoffed. Despite not being able to see his face right now, I could still sense how irritated he was. "Something came up with Gigi. Someone's trying to file a fraudulent claim against her. She's a young woman with no one to depend on. I'm the only person she knows around here, so she had no choice but to ask me for help. Can you stop making a fuss for no reason?" Zachary snapped. It was Gigi Norris again. She was Zachary's first love. Despite only having been a month since she returned to the country, I had already lost count of the number of times I heard him mention her name.

“Good.” The bar is stone quiet; only the faint sounds of a Mets game can be heard in the background. Larissa waits for Mercy to make eye contact. And when she does, Larissa’s smile drops slightly. But she doesn’t say another word. Something is going on. Does Mercy know who Larissa is? I hate being kept in the dark. My heart pounds as I sit in the back of the chauffeured Mercedes. We’re heading back to the most spectacular prison in Manhattan, and all I want is to be back in the bathroom of that rundown bar. I close my eyes and recall the alarmed expression in Mercy’s eyes.

Book 2 introduce new plot and characters while still maintaining Entangled With The Merciless Mafia Don. **************** Her father's debt died with him. But she didn't. Samantha Jones thought her father's gambling problems were buried with him. She was wrong. Davon Rancho, the ruthless Don of the most powerful mafia family in the city, doesn't forgive debts. He collects them. He gives Samantha a single, brutal choice: marry him, or watch her mother suffer. Trapped in a gilded cage as Davon's wife, Samantha is consumed by a man who is equal parts terror and temptation. He’s cold, controlling, and owns everything he touches—including her. But in his arms, she discovers a dangerous passion th