Author: cuongtr

“Do you know anyone who might want a little girl?” The question was so quiet that Gabriel Whitmore almost walked past it. Almost. Behind him,…

The box was addressed to me in handwriting so neat it almost looked polite. Nathaniel Hawthorne took one look at it and stepped between me…

“Take your hand out of your jacket.” Vincent Moretti did not raise his voice. He never needed to. Across the black marble table, Elliot Crane…

“Don’t touch her.” The command came from a white man in an expensive gray coat standing beside the fallen woman. Ethan Cole ignored him. Blood…

“Say one wrong word in this house, and nobody will find enough of you to bury.” The warning came from the waiter beside me as…

“Your organization treats its partners like trained dogs.” The translator finished the sentence, and every man around the mahogany table stopped moving. Grant Holloway did…

The first guard laughed when eight-year-old Ethan Miller said his mother had been taken. Then Ethan shoved his skinny arm through the iron gate and…

“Don’t touch him!” My voice cut through the ballroom one second before four armed men reached the nine-year-old boy convulsing beside his father. Nobody listened…

“Children are not replacement workers.” The receptionist said it loudly enough for everyone in the marble lobby to hear. A few employees slowed down. One…