Thursday Murders Club 4 Novels & Stories

"He requested the best service. If we deny him entry, he'll make a scene about discrimination. If we let him in, it's a powder keg." "I'll handle it," I said, my voice steady even though my pulse jumped. I walked toward Booth One, the private crescent-shaped seating area near the back wall. It was the darkest spot in the club, reserved for deals that shouldn't see the light of day. Three men sat there. Two looked like muscle...thick necks, cheap suits. The man in the middle was different. Marcus Thorne was handsome in a slimy, polished way. He wore a suit that was too shiny, a watch that was too big, and a smile that didn't reach his eyes. He was swirling a glass of whiskey, watching the roo

“Why can't we go now? This would be the best time to burst in.” “If we burst in now? We will only make matters worse because we won't get all of them, their leader will not be around, and we need to catch all of them. but we will go in to night; tonight is their initiation night; they will all be present; they will be welcoming new members to the club tonight; it involves insertions on their backs and making them sniff cocaine.” “That is really terrible, officer. How come you know so much about them when you have never caught any of them?” Andy asked.

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"Four's mother, Her grave, There is a massive explosive device planted at the cemetery, Timed to detonate today," My mind raced, Today, I pulled out my phone and checked the date, My stomach dropped, It was the anniversary of Four's mother's death, He visited her grave every year without fail, "Four go to the cemetery today," I said, "Yes, at ten o'clock, He is predictable, Carver counted on that, The bomb is under her headstone, When four kneel to pay respects, it detonates, He dies at his mother's grave, Poetic revenge,"

None of them knew the girl beneath the leather, the one who could crack a server’s firewall in under an hour or hunt a man through back alleys like prey. She lifted her glass, the liquid golden under the lights. To freedom, she thought, lips curving around the rim before she drank deep. And across the room, unseen, another glass lifted. Roman Thorne sat in the club’s private lounge, shadows cloaking him like a second skin. He hadn’t planned on being here, his men had insisted after another endless meeting, dragging him into the noise of the night to bleed out stress. He hadn’t wanted the music or the chaos. But something, someone, had caught his eye.

Game on. Three hours later, I was standing in front of the entrance of Spine Dorate Tower. The Thorn Club was on its fortieth floor, and Hunter's office was on the forty-first. My knees wobbled slightly as I passed the revolting doors and walked through the reception hall. The four-inch nude stilettos on my feet were not helping, but at least they made me look good. “I have an appointment with Mr. Thorne,” I told the smiling man at the reception desk.

Everything is always my fault. I'm the queen of bad ideas, and it seems, I've let my curiosity get the better of me, again. My step-sister and her husband own this sex club, the one I'm now entering. I know they aren't here this late in the evening, especially now that they have kids. My dad and his wife frequent this place as customers. Don't ask me how I figured that one out, - eye roll - but they don't come here on Thursday nights. I hope that hasn't changed anyway. The thought of finding them here in a compromising position is just...eww.

She cackled at something he said before they walked up to the cook. “I thought no one is meant to come in after dinner time?” I asked as the two had just walked in casually. “That rule is just a safety precaution because anything is allowed once it's dinner time and you're not here” Phoebe explained but I was still confused. “It means someone can kill you and it's legal as long as you're outside the dinner room at dinner time” Daphne emphasised giving me a warning look and I nodded. “I heard Alicia and her crew killed someone last week” Phoebe shook her head and I froze in my seat.

Something about his presence felt like an anchor as if as long as he sat there, I wouldn't completely fall apart. My heart was still beating too fast. Finally, he spoke without looking at me. "Are you trying to forget or trying to disappear?" The question was so perfectly accurate I almost laughed. Just almost. Instead, I drained my seventh shot and set the glass down harder than necessary. "Both." He nodded like this made perfect sense. "How's that working out?" "Not great." I gestured for another drink. The bartender hesitated, but the stranger gave him a look that made him pour immediately. "Turns out tequila can't erase the image of your husband fucking your best friend in your bed."

We aren’t top dogs for nothing. Alex though, has been the worst. His constant need to kill has been unbearable. Only a week ago he murdered fourteen people just because he could. Utter Chaos. Granted none of us have slept with any other woman since our proposed engagement to Mr. Moretti’s daughter. I fear if we don’t get it going soon the whole city could be in danger. Soon, we’re pulling up to Club Ambrosia. The big flashy lights flashing as our bouncer stands guard outside the front entrance clipboard in hand. A list of names held securely upon it as a line of people wait to get in.