Novels by Six of Spades

Michelle’s breath came in shallow bursts as she stared at the aged photograph lying face-up on the carpet. The resemblance to Marty was undeniable. It wasn’t just a passing similarity; it was as if someone had taken a snapshot of her son years into the past and placed it in this worn frame.Her fingers trembled as she reached down and picked up the photo. The paper felt fragile beneath her touch, the edges frayed from years of handling or perhaps from being hidden away. She traced the outline of the boy’s face with the tip of her index finger, her chest tightening with a confusing mix of warmth and unease. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine what it would mean if this wasn’t mere coincidence. But the thought was too heavy, too loaded with questions she wasn’t ready to ask while Richard was hundreds of miles away facing dangers she could only guess at.“No,” she whispered firmly to the empty room, shaking her head as if to dislodge the idea. “It’s just a coincidence. Children

Richard’s expression remained cool with his hands relaxed at his sides. He wasn’t surprised when the lead figure emerged. A tall, broad-shouldered man in a well-tailored suit who adjusted his jacket with an air of authority. Godfrey McDonald, the commissioner of police for New Orleans, fixed his gaze on Richard with disdain. Jonas clearly still wielded enough influence in this city to mobilize someone at this level.Godfrey approached with careful steps, stopping a few feet away. He didn’t bother with formalities or introductions. "Richard Carter,” he stated flatly, his voice carrying the weight of someone who believed he had all the power in the city. “I never imagined I’d have the displeasure of arresting a high-profile criminal like you on my watch.”Rico tensed beside Richard, but Richard himself showed no reaction beyond a tilt of his head.Godfrey continued, his tone growing louder and more theatrical as he listed the charges. “You’re under arrest for illegal entry into the co

Richard stood by the window, his tall frame against the dim glow of streetlights outside. He had just ended a secure call with one of his trusted intel contacts. Jonas’ location had not changed. If anything, it felt as though the man was deliberately waiting, daring Richard to make the first move.Richard sighed, as he slipped the encrypted phone back into his pocket. His thoughts drifted back to Michelle. The sound of her voice during their earlier conversation had wrapped around him ever since then. She had sounded relieved, trying to hide the worry beneath her words, but he had heard it anyway. A rare smile tugged at the corner of his lips. She affected him in ways he had never anticipated, softening places in his heart he once believed were permanently hardened. She reminded him that there was more to live for than revenge and power.His mind then shifted to Marty. The boy’s bright, intelligent eyes and handsome little face refused to leave his thoughts. The way Marty had hugged h

Somewhere across the city, in the Donovan family residence, Yohan stood in his father’s study, frustration evident in the way he moved as he flipped through piles of documents. Drawers were pulled open and files were scattered across the polished surface. “There has to be something,” he muttered under his breath.His mother’s earlier words echoed in his mind. His father was hiding something big and Yohan intended to find out what it was.He pulled open another drawer, scanning its contents quickly, his movements growing more restless with each passing second.“Where is it…” he muttered.Just as he reached for another file, the door behind him opened.Yohan froze as he turned around slowly. His father stood at the entrance, his expression darkening as he stared at Yohan. “What do you think you’re doing?” Eric Donovan barked.He stepped inside with a scowl on his face as he stared at the mess in his office. “What the hell are you doing in here?” he barked again. For a second, surpr

The mall which had always lifted Michelle’s spirits, now felt like a passing moment of joy as her gaze locked onto the couple ahead. Daniel walked towards her with Ivanna at his side, with that familiar smirk already curling his lips.After the last stunt he tried to pull, she had hoped it would end there yet there he was, coming to her with that smug look all over his face.“Shopping without your guard dog today, Michelle? Where’s that billionaire husband of yours? Off building more empires while you play housewife?” his harsh words rang out as he stopped before their shopping cart with a look of scorn on his face. Michelle sighed but she kept her expression calm. She refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing her rattled. “I'm too busy to entertain you today. Move away.”She turned to leave, but Daniel's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping firmly around her wrist. “Not so fast. We need to talk about Marty. I’ll be needing to meet him soon. I want to introduce my son to my fam

If there was one thing Richard knew about Jonas, it was that he would not sit still and wait to be found. He was not careless, and he was not weak. If anything, he had proven to be far more patient and calculating than Richard had initially expected. The traps would already be in place. Every step forward would likely be watched, anticipated, and tested.But that did not matter.Richard exhaled as his face hardened with resolve.He was no longer the boy who had once stood helpless in the face of loss. He was no longer the young man who had been forced to watch his world collapse and was unable to stop it. He was no longer Richard Viktor, now, he was Richard Carter.He now stood at the peak of an empire built from nothing and commanded fear and respect, even from the president. Now, he has a family once again and he would not allow history to repeat itself. He would not allow another Sinclair to take anything from him again.Michelle woke not long after, and the first thing that came

Thomas Bolton grabbed a dagger and lunged at Richard with a scream and just as he was about to drive it straight through his heart, Richard quickly sidestepped and the dagger grazed his arm slightly and Thomas fell to the ground. As he struggled to get to his feet, he heard a gunshot and felt a pain sear through his left foot. Bloody bastards!! Getting shot in the foot again!! He felt two pair of arms grab him and place him firmly back on his sit. As he sat, Chris grabbed a pistol from the weapons strap on the waist of one of the guards and pointed it at Thomas' head and cocked it and Thomas smiled at him."I don't think your pretty woman's going to like you very much if you kill me now." Thomas said with a smirk. "I mean, I haven't gotten around to telling her about her lost sibling and believe me, she'd really like to know that," he finished and Chris lowered the gun. "What? You know my siblings whereabouts?" Sarah asked and looked at him with teary eyes. "Of course I do. I kep

Thomas Bolton stared at Richard then looked at the gun in his hand. He felt betrayed. Just when he had shown a little trust in him, he had taken advantage of that trust and stabbed him in the freaking back. He had sold him to his enemies and for how much, he wondered. He looked back up at Richard and could see that his eyes were emotionless, almost like he had sold his soul or something. Thomas wondered if that change had been present in him all week and he had just been too oblivious to notice it or if Richard had actually done a very good job of masking it. What had turned him that way? He turned to look at Chris Bolton and his company. He recognized both ladies well enough. He had held one hostage amd the other, he had killed her father. Well, Chris Bolton had certainly picked his crew right. Between all three of them who seemed to be head of the group, he had certainly caused them a lot of pain and hurt. He tore his eyes away from the three of them and looked at Victor. Now that o

Chris Bolton was sitted in Michael Bolton's study with his laptop open in front of him but his mind was occupied. He is was in love with Sarah but couldn't confess it and he knew it wasn't because he was scared of being rejected by her or because he was worried about his father not accepting it. The reason he was worried about expressing his feelings for Sarah was because of Monica. He couldn't deny the fact that they had both had some tension between them when they had initially met. He had most certainly had something for her and he felt like she she had also had a thing for him, but he wasn't sure if she still had it. He has tried not to acknowledge his feelings for Sarah for a long time because he had felt like they made him disloyal to Monica, especially if she still had those feelings. What was he going to do? Was he supposed to just ask her? Wasn't that___? His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door and just as he opened his mouth to call for whoever it w

Richard aimed his gun at Luke Freeman and cocked it. Like his client Thomas Bolton, the bastard didn't deserve to live. He deserved to die and Richard without a doubt had absolutely no issue in giving him what he deserved. Besides, Thomas Bolton had betrayed him and there was no saying that the smart lawyer wouldn't betray him too. After all, it was just that afternoon that Thomas Bolton had reminded him about the possibility and risks of conversations being recorded. There was no saying that the sneaky smart ass hadn't recorded their conversation with plans to have him reported and arrested. Who knew? He really couldn't trust anyone. There was no saying that Luke Freeman wouldn't betray him because when all was said and done, Richard didn't actually have a single soul in the universe he could rely on to look out for him. He thought he had totally gotten rid of his little hopes and expectations of good from Thomas Bolton but apparently he hadn't because he could feel a tear trickle do

Luke Freeman wordlessly took the sit Richard had motioned him into with the gun in his hand. Wasn't he the adopted son of Thomas Bolton? What did he want with him? Had they had an issue earlier in the day? Why was he in his house at such a time of the night and with a freaking handgun in his damned hand? What could he do? Should he try to set off an alarm or something? What warning signal could he send his neighbours that would alert them that he was in danger? His neighbourhood was actually quite a quiet one full of people who minded their business so the chances of anyone actually noticing whatever signal he gave was a pretty slim one and the chances of anyone noticing that signal and actually acting on it was next to non-existent. He was certainly toasted. The young man with handgun which he was freely brandishing at him, could kill him and no one would know. Why on Earth had he given in to his tiredness and not listened to the voice that had told him to stay back at the office and

Richard remained sitted in his position as he replayed the conversation he had just listened to in his head. Well. Well. Well. It seemed like sneakily getting a voice recording of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation had most certainly paid off. So Thomas Bolton wanted to make some changes and adjustments to his will now, did he? That had without a doubt been the most - if not the only - important and interesting part of their conversation for Richard. He had to give it to his sixth senses for making him listen to that voice recording till the end of Thomas Bolton and Luke Freeman's conversation. What were the present contents of Thomas Bolton's will? What "changes and adjustments" could he possibly want to make? As far as Richard could tell he was the only heir of the old and insufferable bastard. Yes he was adopted but he was quite sure he was the only heir of Thomas Bolton. Didn't that naturally mean he was supposed to be the sole inheritor to all of the annoying geezer's