Novels by Six of Spades

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

Chapter 96The private jet touched down on a hidden landing strip in Covington, on the quiet Northshore side of Louisiana, exactly twenty minutes after takeoff from New Orleans. The runway was concealed within a vast, secured estate, surrounded by thick trees and natural landscape that made it nearly invisible from above. As the aircraft came to a complete stop, the cabin lights dimmed slightly.Rico unbuckled his seatbelt and looked out the window, taking in the surroundings. This was his first time here. He had heard Richard speak about this place with high regard on a few occasions, but seeing it in person was entirely different. Richard unbuckled his seat belt and glanced at Mr. Russo, who had finally fallen asleep beside him. The old man’s breathing was shallow but steady. Richard’s expression remained calm as he looked around through the jet window, noting how little the estate had changed since his last visit several years ago.The medical team moved efficiently, carefully lif

Rico’s grip on the steering wheel tightened as he sped along the highway. The city lights of New Orleans streaked past the windows in a blur and through the rearview mirror, he kept glancing at the two figures in the back seat. Richard sitting quietly beside Mr. Russo. Rico’s jaw clenched as tonight's events weighed on him. He had seen many dangerous missions with Richard over the years, but this one felt different. It was personal to Richard and because of that, every step had to be thought through over and over again. “I still can’t believe Jonas had the nerve to drop a location like that,” Rico said, breaking the silence in the car. His voice was filled with disbelief. “He’s clearly setting a trap, Boss. He’s getting desperate. After everything that happened tonight, he knows he’s losing control of the city. This invitation… it’s too obvious.”Richard leaned back against the leather seat, his posture relaxed despite the tension in the air. He glanced at Mr. Russo for a long momen

At a heavily guarded private building on the outskirts of New Orleans, Jonas Davison was filled with rage. The sound of his heavy boots stomping on the floor echoed through the room as he walked towards an unfortunate subordinate who lay curled up. He was groaning in pain as one of Jonas men by the side continued to kick and stomp on him mercilessly.“You useless fucking idiot!” Jonas screamed. He delivered a vicious kick to the man’s ribs. “How the hell did Richard Carter walk out of there alive? Answer me!”The subordinate coughed violently, spitting blood onto the floor as he tried to shield his head with his arms. “Boss… please… we did everything—”“Everything?” Jonas roared, stomping on the man’s back. “You call that everything? I gave you one simple job! One! And you let that bastard escape with Russo?”He kept stomping, his face red with anger. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he cursed loudly. “Richard Carter… that annoying bone stuck deep in my throat! I needed him gone. I

Carissa scrambled forward on her knees, her once arrogant face now filled with desperation. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she crawled closer to Richard, her broken wrist hanging at her side.“Please!” she begged, her voice cracking. “Forgive me! Mi dispiace tanto! I was wrong, I swear! I will give you my loyalty from now on. I will serve only you. Just spare my life, I beg you!”She switched rapidly between English and Italian, repeating her pleas over and over, her words tumbling out in panic.Richard looked down at her and scoffed.“I don’t need unstable loyalty like yours,” he said, his voice was cold and dismissive. “If things get difficult next time, you’ll betray me the same way you betrayed Jonas. Your word means nothing.”Carissa shook her head frantically. “No, no! I won’t! I swear on my life! Jonas forced me, but I see now… you are stronger. Let me prove it to you!”Rico stepped forward, his eyes filled with disgust. Without warning, he slapped her hard across the face.

Back in New Orleans, Richard glanced around. Over fifty rifles were pointed directly at him and Rico, yet his expression did not change. He was not scared as he expected this outcome. If things had gone too smoothly, then Jonas was nothing more than a noisemaker and Richard would have been disappointed. This was not the first time guns had been aimed at him, and it would not be the last but he was concerned about Rico. He had given Arianne his word that nothing would happen to her husband during this mission and he always kept his promises.Carissa kept her pistol pressed firmly against Richard’s chest with a triumphant smirk on her face.All who had ever pointed weapons at him had never lived to tell the story and today would be no different.With lightning speed, Richard moved.In less than three seconds, he kicked the rifle out of Carissa’s hand as the weapon flew across the corridor and clattered against the wall. Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist, twisted it, and snap

Back in New York City, at Richard’s manor, Arianne rushed over the moment Michelle hit the mat. She dropped to her knees beside her and quickly helped her sit up.“Michelle! Are you okay?” Arianne asked, worry evident in her voice as she checked her head for any injury.Michelle sat there for a few seconds, still staring into space. Her face was pale as she slowly shook her head.“No,” she whispered. “I’m not okay.”Arianne frowned. “Did you hit your head too hard? Let me see—”Michelle held her arm, stopping her. “I remembered something, Arianne. From years ago.”She took a deep breath and continued. “I saw Jonas that night. The night I got drunk at the club, he was there. He was watching from the VIP section. I don’t think he saw me clearly, but I remember his face now. At the time, I wondered what a boy his age was doing at that kind of party, but Daniel pulled me away before I could think much about it.”Arianne listened carefully, her expression growing serious. She sat back on t