The French Connection Novel Novels & Stories

Malik always worried way too much. "Then why am I calling you at the police station because you lost your phone?” Ah Declan waved his free hand not holding the phone. "It's not lost, it's being held because I needed to bring M. Dupont good food—something the French give leeway with, and tell him it was only a night—" "Declan, Monsieur Dupont is in there for you. So I ask again, what were you thinking?" Damm it. "Not now. Not here. call you later.”

I check the rest of the money and get out of the car. “ Where are you going?” “ To make sure Adam Arnault doesn't get out of my sight.” ━━━━━━✧♛✧━━━━━━ I returned to the outskirts of the luxurious mansion, waited for the guards who had searched me to exchange with those on the Inside of the house. And in case there was any doubt about my appearance, it would vanish when they saw me dressed in the highest Italian fashion. I went from being invisible to a lady with an umbrella because the rain that falls from the sky cannot mark my silk fabric or put out my cigarette. I am learning to smoke them. They are very common among the French and soon I will completely be one.

I pull my phone from my pocket. “Frank, I told you I’d call when I get back.” “I know, but I figured you’d want to know right away. It turns out French has a big gambling problem. Thirteen years ago, he owed the Degrazo mafia five million after running up debts in their casino. He was hiding out at his brother’s at the time because they put a hit on his head.” If the mafia was involved, maybe they started the fire, but why would they kill her parents and leave French alive?

As I was walking on the hallway that had few people on it since it was still early, my eyes landed on Catherine talking to Mr Rodriguez with a distressed look on her face. He held his forehead and shook his head. He then took out a red book; that was kind of similar to the book in the parcel yesterday out of his bag and gave it to her. "You do know that spying on people is not cool, right?" A voice spoke behind my back. I turned to see who it was and a familiar grinning face appeared right in front of me. "You!"

Betty let out an uneven breath and transferred her gaze to the safer territory for they had just been newly married. But he knew she had seen him. As if he were precisely aware of where her gaze had resided for long, uninterrupted moments, an odd half-smile curled his lips. He allowed no time for shame. No time for embarrassment. A hand at her hips urged her body against his. His skin was hotter than any fire, the eyes that gazed down at her brighter than any flame, there was nowhere they did not touch.