Novels by Ben Louis

The interior of the warehouse was nothing like Alex expected. Instead of the typical industrial space with concrete floors and exposed beams, he found himself in what could only be described as a command center. The ground floor had been converted into a sophisticated operation hub, multiple computer stations, wall-mounted screens displaying security feeds from various locations, communications equipment that looked military-grade.But it was the walls that truly revealed Marcus's obsession.Every available surface was covered with photographs, documents, newspaper clippings, and handwritten notes. A timeline spanning four decades stretched across the entire eastern wall, chronicling every major event in the Castellano family history. There were photos of Alex's father, Giovanni Castellano, at various stages of his life. Photos of Marcus's father, Thomas Castellano. Pictures of business deals, family gatherings, corporate announcements.And connecting them all were red lines drawn in

The SUV was speeding through San Francisco now, heading toward the Bay Bridge and Oakland beyond. Alex's phone buzzed with an incoming call from Vincent."Alex, I've been going through Marcus's financial network like you asked," Vincent said immediately. "I found something. Marcus hasn't just been moving his own money. He's been managing funds for three different organized crime families, the remains of the Marcelli organization, a Russian syndicate, and a Chinese Triad group. He's been laundering approximately fifty million dollars a month for the past two years.""That's our leverage," Alex said. "If we can prove that to law enforcement...""Already on it," Vincent interrupted. "But Alex, there's something else. The money isn't just being laundered. It's being consolidated and redistributed according to a specific pattern. All of it is flowing toward Oakland, to a series of properties in the industrial district near the port."Alex felt ice in his veins. "Pier 47?""How did you know

The fog rolled thick through Golden Gate Park as Alex made his way toward the Shakespeare Garden. It was 11:45 PM, fifteen minutes before the scheduled meeting with David Chen. The park was nearly deserted at this hour, the distant sound of traffic on Fell Street the only reminder of the city beyond the trees.Alex wore dark clothing and moved quietly along the path. He knew Rodriguez's team was positioned throughout the park—three men in the surrounding trees, two more near the entrance points, and Adrian himself stationed in a vehicle two hundred yards away with a clear communication line.The Shakespeare Garden was a small, enclosed space filled with plants mentioned in Shakespeare's works. Bronze plaques with quotes were embedded along the pathways. In the darkness, with the fog obscuring the surrounding trees, it felt isolated and intimate, perfect for a clandestine meeting or an ambush.Alex checked his watch. 11:52 PM. He positioned himself near the center of the garden, his ba

Alex was on his feet instantly. "Marcus took Sarah and Anna."Margaret's expression darkened. "Where were they?""A safe house in San Mateo. I had security watching them." Alex was already calling Rodriguez. "How did he find them?"Rodriguez answered on the first ring, his voice tense. "We had a breach. One of our own security team was compromised. He provided the location to Marcus's people. By the time we realized what was happening, they had a twelve-man tactical team hitting the house.""Casualties?""Three of our people wounded, none dead. But Sarah and Anna were taken in a professional extraction. Military-level coordination." Rodriguez sounded frustrated and angry. "Boss, these weren't thugs. These were trained operators. Former special forces, probably."Alex looked at Margaret. "Where would Marcus take them?""Depends on what he wants. If he's trying to leverage them for something, he'll keep them somewhere he can control access but also make a public spectacle if needed." Ma

The car that met them at Geneva's private aviation terminal was a black Mercedes with tinted windows. The driver, another Sentinel Protection contractor, said nothing as he drove them through the city's streets, eventually turning onto a private road that wound up into the hills overlooking Lake Geneva.The facility was a converted chateau, beautiful and imposing, surrounded by high walls and sophisticated security. Inside, it had been transformed into a state-of-the-art medical center while maintaining its historical elegance.Margaret Castellano waited in a private sitting room. She was in her sixties, silver-haired, with the same sharp intelligent eyes as Alex's father. She wore an elegant cream suit and carried herself with the quiet authority of old money."Alexander." She embraced him briefly. "You look so much like your father at your age. It's uncanny.""Aunt Margaret, I need to see Sophia first.""Of course. Follow me."She led them through the facility to a private suite. El

The private jet cut through the darkness at 41,000 feet. Alex sat in the leather seat, staring at his phone, waiting for confirmation that Elena and Sophia had been moved to a secure location. Adrian sat across from him, equally tense, a laptop open showing real-time security feeds from multiple locations."Elena's not answering," Alex said, his voice tight with worry."The hospital might have policies about phones in certain areas," Adrian offered, though his expression showed he didn't believe his own reassurance.Alex tried again. Straight to voicemail. He called Jennifer."Have you heard from Elena?" he asked immediately."Not since I told her to move Sophia. Alex, what's going on? You're scaring me.""Someone tried to access Sophia's medical records. I think Marcus is trying to locate her." Alex rubbed his face. "Jennifer, I need you somewhere safe too. Is there anyone you trust completely? Someone from before you knew me?""My sister in Portland. But Alex…""Go there. Now. Tonig