True Blue By David Baldacci Novels & Stories

He insisted I crouch by the door to listen to their voices. "On October 6th was Xavier's birthday. I summoned the courage to tell him the truth, but he said he would only listen if I finished all the cream on the cake on the table. He knew I was allergic to cream and couldn't eat any." ... The notebook contained records of events from nearly four years. With every page I read, my body temperature dropped, and countless images flashed through my mind, like someone stabbing me with a knife, causing excruciating pain. It was him, the man I dreamed about, Xavier Quinn.

The cop watches me intently, like he knows I’m lying; even though I’m not. “Well,” he says with a small smile, “witnesses say one of these men knocked a tray into your table. It caused quite the scene.” The fucking psychic. He had to be the one. I remember his words: Two blue balls. One dead man. And a right-hand man who didn’t deliver what he promised. The one dead man would be Giovanni. But what did he mean by blue balls? I’m getting enough action, with or without Sareena. And what did he mean my right-hand man didn’t deliver what he promised?

By the time my Americano was almost gone, she finally showed up. "What did you wanna talk about?" she asked, straight to the point. She didn't like me. I didn't like her either. It was hard to be calm around someone who might someday end up killing you. I knew her story inside and out. Vanessa wasn't as sweet and upright as she pretended. "I came to return something of yours," I said. I pulled a small packet of white powder out of my bag and slid it across the table. Two days earlier, I'd had a friend secretly test it.

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

He yanked him backward and threw him a punch which the thief dodged swiftly. He almost chuckled at the movement, no one had ever dodged his move before. The thief threw a punch to distract him but he caught his hands and twisted it backwards. He didn't expect the soft voice he heard. Using his free hand, he removed the mask on the thief's face as he was met with the most beautiful set of blue eyes he had ever seen. She was beautiful, she reminded him of Natalí's face in the drawings. She was ethereal with her small face, her blue eyes, her small button nose, and her soft plum lips. How can such a beautiful woman be a thief?

“The problem is you are barking at the wrong person. For the last time, I didn’t kill your brother. I have the DNA result with the evidences gathered on the crime scene. It doesn’t match my DNA!” “Who are you going to fool, huh? Of course, your Uncle Charlie altered that to bail you out! I have evidences against you, shifting. Time is running pretty boy,” Amanda quickly ended the call. There wasn’t enough time to trace her. Amanda knows exactly what she was doing.

Someone three tables away turned a page. Liora sat back in her chair. She was building something in her head, all the pieces she'd gathered, plus his, arranging themselves into a shape that was becoming harder and harder to call anything other than what it was. Murder. Organised and carefully cleaned up. By people with the resources to reach into emergency services, into pathology records, into the legal process itself. "Your source inside the law firm," she said. "What did they have?"

She manages to deceive him for a whole year until her cup finally gets filled. After four months he goes to a nightclub and brings back a lady. They do their thing and the lady leaves the next day. Bella, as usual, goes to kill her. She has no idea the lady is the daughter of one of the deadliest mafia bosses in Italy. Killing her isn't easy because she fights so well, but Bella still manages to get her down. She is about to leave the place only to come face to face with Conrald and his men. Before she can say a word, gunmen pull up and finish off nearly all of Conrald's men whom he brought along.

~ A M E L I A ~ ‘I was going to ask you the same thing,’ Everett paced over and scanned the surrounding mess. His brow rose, and his eyes pierced right into mine, ‘Up to no good?’ Narrowing my eyes at him, ‘In your eyes, always.’ He scoffed and looked at the books surrounding my laptop. My heart palpitated, realising my laptop was still open with the article about the hospital fire. Don’t look. Don’t look. Do. Not. Look.

He strides forward and hands a book to my father who is standing a few steps behind me, “You don’t seem to know anything about this ability of her. But I do. I picked up this journal about the Clear Mountain Clan.” When David stiffens, Lucas continues, “Sarah’s ability exists because she’s a member of the Clear Mountain Clan, something the previous Alpha was aware of, and which is why he forced the betrothal between Sarah and Hunter. And you know this too. Her ability isn’t as unknown to you because it turns out that the previous Alpha held extensive records. And I just found one of them.” Even I’m surprised at that. Did he go hunting for these other records? Is that why he's so late?