Novels by Agilewriter

Aiden.We sat in the sitting room with Maria sitting across from us, fidgeting. Her eyes kept darting everywhere and anywhere but towards our direction. I could tell that for her, the room felt a lot more crowded than it actually is. My phone beeped and she jumped. I cocked my brow at her before I checked the text.“I guess today is your lucky day. He's here,” I said. Almost immediately, a knock sounded at the door. She looked at me, fear brightly painted on her face like a painter's stroke gone wrong. “Go on, let him in.”She hesitated for a moment then stood up, straightened her skirt and walked to the door. “I told you not to call me. I've got some heat on my back,” he growled, as Maria opened the door for him. “What's wrong, you good?” he said a little more softly as soon as he saw her demeanor.“I'm sorry. They threatened our kids,” she sobbed.His gaze drifted from her to us. He froze as confusion flashed across his eyes, then fear, then contemplation and finally acceptance. He

Chapter 21.“Who the fuck is this?” I asked, turning to face Viktor. He shrugged. “That's what I've been trying to figure out. No one has been able to identify him. He's like a ghost. But I did look for our man—the one who's supposed to be dead, not this John Doe.”I took out my phone and took a picture of the dead guy. I had a couple of people in the police department that owed me one or two favors.“What did you find out?”“His name was—is Anthony Barbieri. The boys call him Tony. Has a wife and two kids. A bit and a girl.”“Skip all that,” I said, gesturing with my hands. “Where the fuck is Tony?”“His house was empty. His wife and kids—everyone was gone.”“I guess we have our mole.” I pulled a chair to sit, as the stench of the corpse hit me again. “Get rid of that body. It stinks.”Viktor signaled to the two men with us to dispose of the corpse. They didn't look enthusiastic, but they didn't have a choice. “Does he have any other family? Parents? Siblings?”“His father is in ja

Aiden.The rest of the drive was painfully quiet. Anna turned her attention from the window to her mobile. She giggled at intervals, and that at least assured me that she was okay. It took a lot to smile after having an attempt on your life. Anna seemed to be handling it pretty well or perhaps she was only doing a great job at masking her fear. If she had simply left when I told her to, this wouldn't have happened.After a while, she dropped her phone in her lap and leaned back in her seat, massaging her forehead with the tip of her fingers. I turned my eyes back to the road. What was I missing? Who could be bold enough to attack one of our safehouses? My best guess was Marcus, he did threaten to attack, but who could have divulged information about Anna's location? Even Lillian didn't know where she was. Only a few people knew her location: me, Gabriel and the guards, all of whom were killed during the attack. I sucked my teeth as my grip tightened on the steering wheel and frustr

AidenI sat in my car, looking at the building that loomed before me. It was fairly obscured behind trees. The house looked like it hadn't been inhabited in years. That was the point, easy to miss equaled great for hiding. It was the safe house that had housed Anna, and it was my second time here in the last three days—since the attack on Anna and her brother. I drew on my cigarette one last time and quenched its flames, throwing what was left of it out the window. Some fucker had made an attempt on Anna's life. The mere thought of it made my blood boil over. I couldn't phantom the idea of her dead. I could still remember the look in her eyes that night when she had a panic attack. I wanted to hold her and tell her it would be alright and that I was going to get the fucker who did this, but Gabriel…I sucked my teeth.I needed to locate whoever was responsible before they got confident enough to attack again. I stepped out of the car. The house was near-empty now, except for the few g

AnnaTwo full days passed before Liam finally regained his consciousness. Unfortunately, I happened to be at his bedside when he did. His eyes snapped open suddenly and almost instantly, I wished I hadn't prayed for his recovery. “How long was I out?” he asked, grimacing.“Two days.”He looked around the room. White pristine walls. A table and a chair at the far end. A king sized bed with white covers and gold trimmings. Brown curtains and wooden floors. He looked back at me.“The Martinez'?” ‘“Hmm hmm.”“I guess I didn't make it to hell then. I was looking forward to that one,’’ he groaned as he pushed himself off the bed. His jet black hair fell on his face, over his eyes. I could still see the piercing blue. Even now, they were always calculating—scheming. “I'd be embarrassed if I died from a gunshot.”“I liked you better when you were unconscious and quiet.”“Really? You were at my bedside for two days?” He smirked.“You wish,” I said, rolling my eyes. I hadn't lied. I wasn't a

Anna's POV“Shit, shit,” I cursed under my breath as I watched Liam slip out of consciousness. His skin had turned pale from losing too much blood. “Come on, stay with me,” I whispered.He let out a soft groan, as if to stubbornly tell me he was okay. I sucked my teeth, he had taken a bullet for me. I never would have imagined that scene playing out—but it had. I might have died if he hadn't. I stepped on the acceleration. Liam's body jerked forward. Good thing he used the seatbelt.I looked through the side mirror for any car that might be following us. None. Liam was fairly certain that it wasn't the Martinez’, the only other person that could have dared to attack us was Marcus. But to risk a war, he had definitely gone senile. Father would have never been that reckless. I returned my gaze to the road.The images of the dead guard I ran into flashed across my mind. His death was slow and painful. He was stabbed in the neck and choked on his own blood. His hand remained glued to his