The Fix David Baldacci Novels & Stories

The alliance was real. After the guests left, Damien pulled out the old Sinclair archives. Hours passed in silence broken only by the shuffle of papers and the occasional hiss of recognition. And then Celeste found it, a name buried in an old Calloway financial memo: Adler Maddox, a fixer infamous in elite circles for cleaning up everything from extramarital affairs to embezzlement scandals. He had vanished after Sinclair Media’s restructure. “He’s the link,” Celeste whispered. “If Veronica or Mercer got to him…”

"Em?" Em stiffened behind me. "David." Her ex-fiancé. The pencil pusher who cheated on her with her best friend. The safe, boring accountant who'd never deserved her in the first place. He actually showed up. "What are you doing here?" David asked, his gaze moving between Em and me with growing understanding. His eyes lingered on my cut, the patches that marked me as Hellhounds MC, the skull and crossbones that told everyone exactly what I was. "And who is this?"

Save the show by increasing viewer ratings per episode. “That bad?” He looked dubious still. If nothing else, David was a straight shooter, unlike his buddy, John. David understood loyalty, even if Rebecca couldn’t vouch for his ability to keep a secret. Also, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to hold a detailed private conversation in a public corridor where anyone passing by could overhear the meat of the conversation. Gad, she was hungry.

“I’m leaving Mexico tomorrow with Alma. I’m done playing fair.” Señor Davida nods. “Ricardo can’t win.” “He won’t,” I tell him. “We’ll find another way to expose him. Before he makes his next move.” Davida’s mouth curves into something between a smirk and a scowl. “Oh, I’m already working on that. But since you’re heading back, you can help from the States, right?” I nod. “Of course.” He extends his hand and I shake it firmly. “Gracias, Golden Cop.”

"Dear Jenny, I am pained to my soul that Maurice would do such a thing to me. Kindly let me know if there is a way to overturn this injustice. That seat is rightfully mine, and I want Dominic to sit on it as head of the council. Please, I need your help. You know everything, and you know that bitch Alissa and everything she did to me. Please help me overturn this cruelty. Yours Stephanie Balyaev Volkov" It read, and I went through Jenny's scribbles. Studying the scribbles, she was tracing David. I wondered what she was tracing him for. Was it to do my father's bidding or my mother's bidding? According to the scribbles, David had moved from Grizlo to Haddad, then he moved to Lucland and went

"You can kill your fucking teammates, just like that. There is no guarantee for me, that you wouldn’t do the same thing like that to me which is your fucking Boss. You guys probably could kill me silently and throw my damn body into the lake." "Tell me, what made you guys do that?" David took a small gun behind his back and directed the gun at Don and Jackson. He put the tip of the spear to Don and Jackson alternately. Don and Jackson thought David didn't know about the news of the body being found on the lake far from Casablanca, but they were wrong. David accidentally watches the news about discovering a body on the lake. At first, he didn't pay much attention to the news, but his eyes cou

David suddenly dropped to the floor on his knees and we were both taken by surprise, not having seen that coming. “I’m sorry, but it wasn't my fault, I’ve got nothing to do with anything that had to do with Alpha getting poisoned. I promise!” David confessed, leaving me and Hunter in shock. “Wait, what do you mean by that? Did you know about the poisoning?” Hunter asked, getting up to his feet as this was starting to get a little serious. But David didn't utter a word after being asked about the poisoning. He went mute immediately as if he wasn't the one who just confessed to not being involved with Gordon getting poisoned yesterday.

"Just let me see it. Your mother is not that weak." I held out my hand, and after a brief hesitation, he handed me the stack of documents. As I flipped through them, a familiar face caught my eye. "This person…David? Why does he look so familiar?" Brandon’s jaw tightened. "Mom, have you forgotten? David was our gardener back then. He was working for us when my sister disappeared." A chill ran down my spine. Yes, I remembered him now. He had a gambling problem. During that time, he was drowning in debt. And then… right after Bella disappeared, he quit his job.

He took hold of Malek and caressed her cheek. “Game is on, Mr. Burak. She is mine.” David smiled wickedly as the car zoomed away from the house, not knowing what havoc have been caused in everyone’s life. ************************************** Enough drama? How did you like it guys? Please give your reviews and vote for the book. For updates you can follow me on i***a @meena.writer Stay blessed everyone❤

David called over the noise of the wind and engine, his brow arched in challenge. “Never!” She stood beside him, feet braced apart again, and balanced herself as she drank her coffee and sighed. “This might be the best morning of my life.” He smiled at her. “It’s about to get better.” He rustled up a paper bag from nearby and pulled out an over-sized bagel. He tore it apart and offered her half. “My last one for the trip.” “Thank you.” Too hungry to refuse, she accepted and bit in, her taste buds exploding with crunchy, soft, herbed goodness. “It’s delicious.”