The Lord's Caliber Novels & Stories

he said in a dangerous tone. "The more you kill, the more I'll be far away from you. You won't get me and you can't get me" I told him looking straight into his blue eyes. "You expect me to back off and pretend not to have ever met you? You think I'm going to listen to you?" He slipped his hand under my t-shirt and trailed fingers on my bare stomach. "Exactly! You won't listen to me and I'm never going to listen to you either. I'm Sihana Caden. The blood of Caden runs through my veins, I'm my father's daughter Ralph, we never listen to people. We never back down on our words."

they replied in unison, both turning to look at me at once. “Who?“ I inquired, although I suspected the answer. “The Lord of the sins,” they replied with a look of reverence and dread in their eyes. My heart trembled at their response, and I opened my mouth in awe. The Lord of the sins? I had expected them to call him “The Lord” or “Lord Draven”. I took that to heart, asking in a defensive tone and stance. “Why did you call him that?“ Their eyes darted as if they were terrified. “Because that's what he is. People say his very existence is a sin, and that was affirmed when he slaughtered hundreds of soldiers and let us live.“

“Here I am. Let Marco go. Let us walk away. And you can have whatever territory you think you’re owed.” Luca’s grip turned bruising. O’Malley studied me—curious, almost impressed. “You’d trade yourself for a traitor and a man who’s already half-broken by betrayal?” I lifted my chin. “I’d trade myself for him.” I jerked my head toward Luca. “Every time.” Silence. Then O’Malley smiled—slow, pleased. “Beautiful.” He lowered the gun from Marco’s head. But didn’t put it away. “Unfortunately,” he said, “I don’t do trades. I do eliminations.”

I would take in a single breath, calm down and pull the trigger. There was an exchange of heavy gunfire but where I couldn’t succeed, Octavious killed point blank. His shots were so perfect, they hit each person in the middle of the eyes. His precision was to be admired. In what felt like seconds we were back into the car and Octavious was driving out of the tunnel, leaving behind three wrecked cars and dead bodies as a trail. “That was…” I couldn’t even find the right words as we neared the exit before I laughed and excitedly cheered, “awesome!” Octavious gave a light chuckle at my excitement, “that was some modern day Bonnie and Cl-!”

Damnit, I knew I shouldn't have watched it on his TV but what choice does a man who hasn't gotten any action in weeks have? "Three categories," he said. "We've discussed this." I looked at the city below. He wasn't wrong. A club was a good place for a man like me who could probably……escape. Fine. — Noir was what happened when money had taste and taste had a budget and the budget had no ceiling. Dark, low, with that kind of lighting that made everyone look like they were keeping something interesting from someone. Lorenzo walked through it like a man checking that nothing had been moved. I walked through it like a man who had just remembered who he was outside of someone else's house.

"...I will use you." --- An alarm blared. Evelyn raised the Arclight gun and pulled the trigger. The silver bullet exploded, creating a blinding flash of light. Callen dodged quickly, his staff glowing. Two energy forces – holy blood and black blood – collided, exploding into a blinding white orb. Evelyn was thrown back, her back crashing into a glass pane. A container shattered, red blood spilling out like a living river. Callen stepped forward, his voice echoing through the room.

He said and started walking out "Take too more steps and I'll destroy your brain with my gun" I said coldly, he stopped and turned "You can't kill me, you won't want to get in trouble with my dad" He said smirking "Probably because you are just a stupid unreasonable mafia lord, guess that's why im still leading you and no matter what you do, ill continue leading " I said "Our battle ends today Craig, I pray our friendship never destroy in our next life" I chuckled dryly

Tiger stood at his side, ever-vigilant. “The package? Where is it?” Damon asked calmly. One of the Capos, a bald man with a weathered face, sighed heavily. He reached down, grabbed a large black bag beside him, and slid it across the table toward Damon. Damon’s cold gaze lingered on the bald man for a moment before shifting to the bag. With a subtle motion of his fingers, he signaled Tiger, who immediately unzipped the bag. The gleam of gold filled the room. Damon glanced at it briefly, then let a slow, satisfied smile curl his lips.

I swiftly stowed my phone away in my bag and navigated the streets with utmost care. My heart raced in my chest, its frantic beats demanding my attention. Placing a hand on my pounding chest, I tried to decipher its cryptic message. "Lucas Gambino!" His name echoed in my ears, sending a shiver down my spine. The fear of encountering him again loomed in my mind, even the darkness seemed to carry his presence. I scanned my surroundings, searching for any hidden cameras. Lucas Gambino was capable of anything. As the Mafia Lord, he had an endless web of connections that could spell danger.

“The killer must be close. Do you think it was a team?” Six stared and shook his head. “Tell me it wasn’t you.” My eyes shot open, and my gaze snapped to her. “What?” One gave an incredulous laugh. “You can’t be serious.” Six’s jaw ticked. “It was a .45 caliber.” “And?” “I find it a little odd that here you are, a few hundred feet from our handler’s cooling body and you also use a .45.” “Many people use that caliber.” Her objection and defense was weak, even to me.