The Drop Connelly Novel Novels & Stories

The drop loomed beneath us, a gray abyss. Right before the plunge, I turned to look at Julian one last time. "Julian," I said, my voice flat. "This baby? I'm giving it back to you."

He snapped the locks on the trailer and leaned back against the metal gate bars to wait to see who was looking for him. Cash and Trevor came around the rear end of the trailer, bickering like siblings. “It ain’t my problem,” Cash said. “I’m just glad to see that sumbitch gone.” “Yeah, but he ain’t gonna be happy she is. She—” “Who’s gone?” Colby asked. They both stopped. Trevor gave Cash an uneasy look. “Jared Connelly. He dropped out this morning.”

Chapter 117 In the cover of darkness, Connor descended a hidden staircase concealed beneath a seemingly ordinary storage unit on the outskirts of the city. The dimly lit corridor led him to an underground bunker he had meticulously designed for utmost secrecy. It was a place where secrets were shared, alliances formed, and strategies hatched. Tonight, it was the setting for a crucial meeting with Orlando, a trusted confidant and a key player in their mission to take Michael down.

“You are Winifred Zea?” Connie looked at Winifred, the muscles on her face twitched slightly. “That is right. And you are here for me?” “Exactly.” Connie regained her composure after the initial confusion. She continued, “I will introduce myself. My name is Connie Yorke, and I am from Prime City. I am here not for what happened just now, though.” Winifred Zea was perplexed. She had never heard of the name Connie Yorke nor seen that name among any of Autumn Field Group’s business partners.

Releasing a breath, I nod my head in realization. “It all makes sense now,” I mutter, licking my dry lips. “I understand now why you don’t want Connor in your life. You want to protect him─and me.” I end in a shaky whisper. Declan nods. “I didn’t want either of you to be hurt by what I do. On top of worrying about my mom, I didn’t want to involve my brother and his sister. But now…” Declan takes another deep breath and reaches for my hand. “…but now, I realized that I don’t think I can let either of you go.” A self-deprecating snort escapes his lips. “Ever since the moment I met you, I’ve felt this connection. I blew it off as an attraction at first. But then, I met Connor, and I saw you aga

What can we gain by having the enemy within the camp? ‘I can think of many things that could go wrong, information he could now easily gather, despite changes of name, bank accounts, keeping money under the bed. He will know everything about you within minutes of discovering where you work. Badly done, Cornelia.’ ‘Ooer,’ was all I could manage. Abe had taken to using Cornelia, prior to trying to undress me or dress me down. I liked it. If I am honest, I had never liked Connie.

“Come on. I’ll take you upstairs to rest.” He stood and guided her toward the stairs. Finn and Calvin exchanged a look. Then they followed right after them. God, I wanted to go eavesdrop so badly. Linda, sitting beside me, muttered under her breath, “Slutty bitch.” That jogged my memory. There was a drugging subplot around this part of the story. If I remembered correctly, Linda was the culprit. She had been secretly in love with Calvin for years, but Calvin only had eyes for Nancy. In the original novel, she managed to drug him, but afterward he turned the tables and dosed her ten times worse, leaving her stranded with no help. She ended up with a terrible fate.

Evelyn arrived just after eight, coat already on, hair immaculate, eyes sharp. “You’re not going alone,” she said, not asking. Melissa poured coffee. “I didn’t say I was.” Evelyn nodded once. “Good.” She slid a thin folder across the table. “We pulled everything we could overnight. Connor Holdings is bleeding quietly. Tyrone masked it well, but his offshore links are unraveling. He’s desperate.” Melissa opened the folder, scanning fast. “Desperate men take risks.” “And hurt people,” Evelyn added. Melissa looked up. “He already has.”