Small Mercies Dennis Lehane Novels & Stories

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

I assumed that I was caught up in some sort of telecom fraud scheme and thought that I wouldn't be able to find out the truth even if I made a police report. Everyone assumed that I had gone mad due to my obsession with money. The missing puzzle pieces finally fell into place when Bianca suddenly announced that she had earned seven million dollars through her business. She had been the mastermind pulling the strings behind the scenes all along. Fortunately, an omnipotent being decided to give me another chance at life. This time, I was determined to make Bianca pay for her transgressions against me. … I spent the rest of the night taking care of Mom.

“No. I’m good. Danny’s letting me stay rent-free as long as I keep going to meetings and I’ve been picking up some work under the table. Nothing great but it’s something.” “That’s good. That’s really good, Miles.” There’s a pause and I can hear him breathing on the other end, can picture him standing somewhere with his phone pressed to his ear trying to figure out what to say next. “I wanted to apologize. For that text asking for money. I was in a bad place and I shouldn’t have—I shouldn’t have put that on you when I know you’re already carrying so much.” “It’s okay. I’m just glad you’re safe.”

Behind them were the suspects, hauled in one by one, and forced to their knees. Each of them had that pale expression that men get when they realize their life is no longer theirs to command. The first, Reno, a bookie who had worked with Kaito since his street days. His nose was already bleeding, probably from resisting. The second, Malik, ran guns through the docks and thought no one paid attention when he took a few off the manifest. The third, skinny Reuben, was barely more than a rat with legs, although a very smart one. And the fourth, Derek was silent and cold-eyed. He was a former mercenary, now a hired muscle. He was the kind of man that wouldn't flinch even if death was staring him

"Promise me first. Just today and I will never see you near our son." Dante brings his forefinger and middle finger to his lips before taking them to his heart as his eyes stays on me. I hear him whisper the words of a promise from a Made Man under his breath. "On my name Merciless, I swear it. I will not bother you or our son after today if you let me see him." "Alright." I lower my gun and try to discreetly clean my wet face with my sleeve as I tell him. "When you are done, I will text you the address where we should meet so I can pick him up. You must keep him safe."

“It has come to our attention that Detective Harris misrepresented the evidence at hand, and moving forward with this case against Miss Kerr would be a gross miscarriage of justice.” The judge sighs and nods. “So noted. Charges dismissed. Miss Kerr, you are free to go.” I close my briefcase, and smiling I turn to Madeleine who is just standing there eyes still wide open. “What just happened?” she asks. “I kept my promise,” I whisper. “I always keep my promises. Go with the bailiff, I’ll meet you out front.” “Case number four, eight, two eight dash one,” the clerk announces in the same, clipped tone. “The People vs. Leah Thomas. Charge: Attempted murder in the second degree.”

“It’s more than just a job with you. It’s dedication. You’ve got something special, Winter. This place wouldn’t be the same without you.” I felt a flicker of pride, though I tried not to show it too much. His words lingered, though, grounding me in the reasons I'd chosen this life. Then I noticed him reaching for a brown envelope on his desk. "This, though, is something else." He held it out for me to see. I opened the envelope, staring at it in curiousness. "A new case?" Captain Cross's expression changed to serious. "Not exactly new. It is from a year ago. The case was assigned to Officer Logan, but." He paused. "It is still unsolved. I think you are the right person to finally bring some

" She looked at Caleb with righteous indignation. "Even if he accidentally kicked Dad's body into the garbage, wasn't he helping clean up? "He already knows he was wrong. Why shouldn't he be forgiven?" Caleb was spitting and urinating on the body that had just been retrieved. I stared at Vivian in disbelief. I genuinely thought something in her mind had broken. An obvious act of desecration had somehow become "helping" in her mouth. Where was the Vivian Stone who once spent five years stuck in a basic post because she refused bribes and insisted on a doctor's principles?

"Lucian, please... look at me. Look into my eyes. Have I ever lied to you? Have I ever taken a single dollar from you?" "You took my name," he said coldly, dropping my wrist as if contact with my skin repulsed him. "And you used it to destroy me." He stepped back, wiping his hand against his trousers with a slow, agonizing disgust that ripped the very last piece of my soul to shreds. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a thick, official envelope stamped with the emblem of the Manhattan District Attorney's office.

I can always make use of my connections but it's never easy to tighten loose ends. Where did I go wrong? I was good to her. I gave her everything she asked for. Why would she betray me? The thought made my blood boil. Shedoesn't deserve mercy. I tried as not as possible to calm myself down but she made it worse with her confession. "I was good to you" I said "I fucking trusted you" "I'm sorry" she's cried "I just desperately needed the money" "Why didn't you ask me?" "I know. I-"