Truman Capote Movies Novels & Stories

He watched me for a long moment, those icy blue eyes studying my face like he was trying to figure me out. The silence stretched until it felt uncomfortable. Noah had stepped back into the kitchen, pretending he wasn’t listening, but I knew he could hear everything. “Alright,” Cole said finally. “There’s something I want you to look into. I have a feeling Damien Holt, that captain from Ridgeview, has a secret relationship with Marcus Vale.” I frowned. “Who’s Marcus Vale?”

Luciano stubbed out his cigar with a slow twist, watching the ash crumble against the crystal tray and gave me that wolfish grin, the one that never reached his eyes. “So,” he said, “let’s talk about you, Antonio.” He gestured toward the screen one last time, the Capone warehouse now just smoke and embers. “You did what no one else could. You walked into that house, played the loyal dog for five years, got their trust, their secrets, their plans, fucked their daughter. And you walked out alive.” He chuckled, tapping a ring against the armrest. “You earned your seat at my table. Hell, you earned more than that.”

A week into Victor’s surveillance cache, they saw her meeting with someone new. A shadowed figure. Broad-shouldered, moving like a man who’d spent his life in dark places. His face was mostly hidden, a baseball cap pulled low — but when he turned just slightly, the light caught his profile. And Vulture went still. Stone cold. “Pause that,” Vulture barked. Victor paused the footage, zoomed, enhanced. Bain leaned forward, squinting at the grainy screen. The lines of the man’s face were familiar — disturbingly familiar.

“He will be thinking about his wounded pride and his lonely dick, wanting revenge because Naomi took him down. It’s perfect timing. Even you have to admit it.” “I’m not admitting anything,” Roman bit out, his expression hard. “This isn’t about a fucking Mafia or even someone who needs to be put in their place, Kirilenko. This is the fucking FBI and the involvement of the United States government! What kind of deal do you think you can make with them? They took down Al fucking Capone for not paying taxes.” He eyed Gavril. “If we touch one of theirs, the entire bureau is going to scream for our blood. And it’s not like you have an endless supply of men.” Gavril dropped his arms from around me

The fact that these uncles of the Ford family are still safe and sound is probably all thanks to Killian's kindness. The sad thing is that these people are still not satisfied. For the next period of time, Truman never bothered her again, probably thinking that she was too greedy and didn't know her place, and that she was not worth his effort. Unknown to him, the day after she met with him, Killian was meeting with a business partner at the golf course. As he was about to leave, Truman arrived. The two sat down in the sunroom. Truman handed over a cigar, but Killian raised his hand to decline. "I quit."

While I waited at the hospital to get my tubes tied, I came across a question that was blowing up online. [What's the cruelest way to get revenge on a woman?] An anonymous answer sat at the very top with thousands of upvotes. [Easy. Become her best friend, then slowly take everything she's proud of away from her. [I should know. That's exactly what I did to the girl I grew up with. [By the time she realized anything was wrong, her parents already treated me like their daughter, and I outranked her at her own family's company. Her childhood sweetheart, who later became her husband, lost his virginity to me in the house she personally decorated for them. [And those twins she thinks are

The headlines startled me: TRUMAN INC’S CEO, ERIC TRUMAN, INVOLVED IN GHASTLY CAR ACCIDENT. The news anchor, a petite blonde, read out the news from her tab, maintaining eye contact with the screen. “Truman Inc.'s CEO, Eric Truman, is said to have been involved in a ghastly car accident last night between the hours of 11 p.m. and midnight. An eyewitness report says they found the young billionaire’s car, a black BMV rammed against the back of a tow truck, and were lucky to have been there to call 911. The hospital is yet to release updates of Mr. Truman's. We pray he has a speedy recovery.”