Young Carl Gallagher Novels & Stories

Chapter 3 Kelly The one thing about having an ex-boyfriend who turns out to be in the mafia is that when you get captured or when you go missing they know how to find you and Carlo just happens to be one of those people that are good at finding people it doesn't matter how far you run it doesn't matter where you hide he will always find you even Dante said it the other day that he would trust Carlo with finding anything that's lost. I wasn't lost I was once again dealing with betrayal and everything that had happened when the accident happened looked staged and I'm not the type of person that would stage a kidnapping like that I'm way too smart if I wanted to leave someone I would have real

I need a video of her writing the email, sending it—something undeniable, not just this circumstantial bullshit. “Carl,” Jax suddenly says, drawing our attention. I wait for him to explain what he means. “It’s Carl. He’s the only person who has it in for Dhalia, and we know he’s tried leaving the city and failed.” Jax is right. Carl tried to run after we warned him what was coming, but he’s not stupid. He knows he can’t escape us. Maybe this is his way of putting doubt in our minds about Dhalia. If that’s his plan, it’s not going to work.

“You might have, but the details you provided are completely different from what the police found. If you really did kill the man, you can’t possibly not even know where the man died, could you?” Carol looked up. When she looked at the handsome man in the suit, she found him familiar. Suddenly, she recognized him. “Are you… Gavin Renae?” Gavin put his name card back into his pocket and said, “You know me, it seems. But then again, we share the same last name. We might have been family a few centuries ago,” he joked. All Carol wanted to say was that there was no business person in Northvale who did not know who Gavin was. He was, after all, publicly acknowledged as a really talented person.

Gael let out. Oh, I remember. It had been a hard time for both our families. I had wanted to escort a kitten who was in the middle of the road. Sure, that had been reckless of me but I had checked the two sides of the road, properly before hurrying to get the kitten but all a sudden, a car was driving towards me at full speed. It was later discovered that the driver was drunk. I had thought I was going to get hit by it but Gael, even at the tender age of twelve had ran into the road and pushed me aside, he got hit by the car instead.

And just when the fire is burning, someone had seen the smoke and took it as an advantage. Gael, the third child of the Navarro’s; the supposed successor of their empire is throwing a rebellion on his family. Gael and my brother Jax grew up together. Ever since, Gael would always be the one to show interest when dad lectures them about laws and politics. Meanwhile, I watch him flourish into a man he is today. Handsome, smart; womanizer, and an as$hole. "The decision is yours, Elyse," said my father.

“What’s your point, Gallagher?” “My point is that I’ve been the one to take care of Niamh since she was a baby. Our mam died when she was really young. I was basically her father. I was the one who took her to school, who made sure she ate her carrots. I bought her clothes and brushed her hair.” He smiled, a far-off smile. “Couldn’t ever French braid for shite and still can’t do it with two daughters of my own now.”

His arm rested loosely around me for a moment before he seemed to think better of it, crossing his legs and folding his hands over his knee. I noticed a tattoo peeking from the sleeve of his right arm, partially hidden by his shirt cuff. It looked like a tail... maybe a wolf's? "And for the record, I'm not a murderer. I run the Velgrave Gang," he added casually, clearly catching me staring at his arm, and distracting me just as he tugged his sleeve down. Gang? Mafia thing? The words like Mafia, gang were forbidden in my house. When I was seven, Carl hadn't yet spiraled into addiction and gambling. Our family hadn't gone bankrupt. My mom was still healthy. My brother, Adrian, left home after

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Carter bent down to grab it in a panic but it was already too late. Carly crossed her arms over her chest. “Wow. So you’re Layla’s little informant now? You better remember, your last name is Lucas. If Grandpa finds out about this, he’s gonna say your loyalty’s pointing in the wrong direction again.” “I’m just sharing a slice of life,” Carter replied without missing a beat. Then, narrowing his eyes mischievously, he leaned in. “Not like you. You’re basically deep undercover in enemy territory. If Grandpa finds out about that, trust me, it’s not gonna end with just a lecture.”

Carl says and hangs up, His hand stroking his light stubble Hus phone pings and he pick it up, his eyes darkens at what he saw, It was Mia holding a small boy, She looked at him with so much love *Did she get Married over there?* Carl asks inwardly and soon another picture was sent to him It was a Picture of Liam, His wide gummy smile, Carl eyes squints, If he wasn't wrong, Liam looked like his Younger him "No way the child is mine...Or is it?" Carl asks himself not noticing Logan at his back