Thursday Murders Club 4 Novels & Stories

I have access to her computer and the fbi files , there was no need to keep seeing her. Walking through teh club it was like a ghost town , no doubt Saint went and booted Beat and Joker out of bed and made them help him clear the place, The less people they can pick up from one place the better. Pulling my phone back out I send a club wide text. It’s incriminated , but everyone that is a member will know its meaning. The other members knew about the murders , no need to hide this. This wasn’t a part of the four of our secret income and out plan. Thai was someone trying to take us all down. When they had first started I had called a club meeting to discuss what was happening and have kept all

I need to check bar deliveries, check sales and try to get something on what kind of shit is going on in the division of our territory, a quick run to take all the tension out of being stuck in the office, later the club bitches will be with small parts and I can have as many as I want. On Thursdays, our parties are private to the members, the guys who are at the races will arrive and tomorrow the party will be open to all. I walked past the idiots no matter the prying eyes, I need a moment alone, feeling this urge to kill someone creeping through my skin like a poison, it should be one, but in fact it's the purest ecstasy coursing through the system. Entering the garage checking what I need

With the purr of the engine as Enzo once again increases the speed, I can only hope for Tommy's sake that he hasn't done something that will unleash the lion within me. It takes only a couple of minutes to get to my club, the glossy facade of the marble pillars coming into view seconds later. The car has barely stopped when I get outside. I don't wait for my men, I know Enzo and Thiago will be where they need to be soon. Entering the club I know I will find the usual Thursday night crowd of horny salarymen, surrounding a scantily clad dancer on one diamond-shaped podium. What makes my blood run cold is the sudden low almost pleasurable sounding moan before I hear a statement that has me seei

"What happened at the Thorne Mansion — I mean, office today?" Jessica couldn't help but crack a small smile as she launched into the story of Evelyn Thorne's visit, her sharp observations, and the unsettling feeling of suspicion that had settled in the room after her phone call with Ann. “Nothing much. And yes — when you had called and asked if I found anything, his mother walked in on me…. I was stoned.” “Oh– shit!” Ann yelled with her palms raised to her open mouth in amazement. “I'm so sorry Jess — I didn't know.” Ann apologizes sincerely.

Or is that his plan? With a sharp economy of movement, he locks up the cabinet, then follows me, locking the dungeon door behind him. In silence, we head to the club’s common areas, and I can’t stop myself from looking around, wondering if the scum who’d murdered Ryder’s mother – and wants to kill me – is watching me even now. Around me, the music thumps and bodies gyrate on the floor in the distance as others play out scenes full of their favorite kink. Ryder himself continually scans the crowds, looking for trouble. Thorne and Ruiz, along with Axel and Jason, have all fanned around the room and are scanning the guests.

“It’s council-woven. I’ve only seen it once before.” The silence that followed lasted longer than it should have. “Where,” I asked, because nobody else seemed willing to say it. Thor’s throat worked before the words came out. “The night she died.” I felt something cold settle into my spine, slow and absolute, the kind of cold that doesn’t leave once it arrives. “So the council did this.” My voice had gone very quiet. “Not some outside enemy. Not Ronan’s father. The council itself sent someone to kill Clara and leave you a message tied in the exact same rope they used four years ago.”

As a reward. I'd even let the thing with my mother slide. A simple 'sorry' would do. I saw the four of them—Thorne, Venturi, Claire, and the other woman—walking back toward the clubhouse. They looked like they'd won the world. "Thorne," Venturi was saying, clapping Carter on the shoulder. "You won. I'm a man of my word. And since you're playing with a bum wrist, I'll even shave a point off the interest rate."

For a moment, I thought I might actually cry. Just then, Ethan’s phone buzzed. He pulled it out and frowned at the screen before answering. “Yes?” He listened for a moment, then his expression grew serious. “Three days? Are you sure?” Another pause. “Alright. Thank you for letting me know.” He hung up and looked at me with a grim expression. “What is it?” I asked. “The Elder Council meeting has been moved up,” Ethan said. “It’s in three days now.” “What does that mean for me?”

He said as we rolled to the entrance of Slash40, a renowned strip club owned by Catt Holdings’ subsidiary. “What?” I asked when he slammed the brakes, bringing us to a rocking stop. We silently watched as people milled through the security and into the club. It wasn’t even noon yet, though the club was already packed. I guess Thursdays brought out the wildest out of people. “This Valero. What does he want?” His words resonated in my brain, and I watched down a broken loop when The valet walked to us and instantly recognized us. "We killed his son. He's probably here to make us pay for that." I said while we watched the valet walking toward the car.

"The woman who can handle both of us. Who wants both of us. Who we both want to keep." "Exactly." The music shifted, a darker rhythm that signaled the start of a more intense scene. I glanced at my watch—11:47 PM. Almost midnight on a Thursday. The club would be busy for another few hours, but I had an early meeting with a potential client tomorrow. "I'm going to check the security feeds before I head out," I said, setting down my glass. "Want to join?" Nick shook his head. "I'll stay a bit longer. Might join the Jacobsons' scene if they're looking for a third."