Sawyer
Tee and Storm have their arms crossed over their broad tattooed chests. I must admit, my uncle is hot for a thirty-four-year-old dude. He is just as ripped as Storm, but his muscles are slightly larger.
If these two were anything but human, smoke would come out of their nostrils like dragons. One would be the color of amethyst, while the other would be charcoal gray.
“Why are you in my girl’s apartment, Gator?” Storm finally growls.
I just lean back against the door frame, waiting to see how this plays out.
Gator? I guess Storm knows Uncle Tee then if he knows part of his codename. Uncle Tee is the Gator King of the Death Kings, hired assassins.
“Didn’t know you had a girl,” Tee says with a resting asshole face, but his tone is taunting. He smirks at Storm.
Oh lawdy! Tee is going to let Storm believe I slept with him! Well, I mean we slept together, but in the literal sense not the sexual. That would jus
Sawyer“What the hell Carmen?” I question my second as the door to my office slams open against the wall. She is out of breath, her clothing is disheveled, and it doesn’t look like she brushed her hair. She isn’t her normal put-together self, wearing Jeremy’s hideous clow lounge pants that are peeking out from underneath one of Cruise’s giant tank tops. At least she remembered shoes, even if she didn’t bother with a bra. One breast in attempting to escape out of the armhole.“You need to answer your phone,” she hisses at me angrily. I looked at my phone, noticing it was dead. What if something had happened to the kids? Luckily, everyone knows they can find me in one of two places, home or here at the club.“What’s wrong?” I’m immediately on alert at the sight of her and the fury in her voice.“One of our police officer friends called me. He found my brother in the forensics lab. He had been shot in the back multiple times. He is in critical care at the hospital.” I jump to my feet, my
Razor"You tried so hard to warn him, Carley. Capone blew up just like Jasey boy and his hellie hound." Tears track down my woman's face. Her body differs from the teenage girl I knew. It's rounder, more womanly, and full. "Now, now, my love. No tears." Her face hardens at my words. "I'm not your love. I'll never love you, Derek. You killed my husbands and kidnapped me!" I grin at her, gripping her chin tightly. "I'm going to kill your friends, too. I will be the center of your world. You and the viper bitch will be me to fuck you. You are both going to please me any way I see fit. I will not let my men touch you. You are mine alone. The Viper, though, will be a good little toy from my men. She and Carter both. I'll get that boy back and he'll be my little pet again. The way I broke him, I'm going to break her and your stripper.""Where do you have, Arson? Where's my husband?" She demands, with her pastel hair flying around her. That color has got to go. I release her, moving to gra
JTThere is a knock on my office door. I pause my paperwork, commanding the person to enter. "Mr. Brandt, a guy is looking for you. I left him at the bar because I didn't know if you would welcome being bothered," Dustin says. Dustin is one of my dancers, however, he also works as a server on nights he isn't dancing. The nineteen-year-old has shown he has a great work ethic. He is naïve, quiet, and at first unconfident, but he has gotten better at being bold since he start
Storm"Hello," Riggs rumbles. "Storm? Whatcha need?" "Can you leave?" "I'll have to ask Viper for permission. I can think of several ways I can beg her," he says lasciviously. "I need help. I need you to come and get me. Now," I order him, as though he is one of my men. But he isn't, is he? He is Sawyer's man, and he follows her orders, not mine. "You don't sound alright." "I'm not. Please, hurry." My voice cracks at my plea. The only person I have ever begged is Sawyer, and now him. "Do you know where the reservation is?" "Of course. I've lived here all my life, which is longer than you have," he teases. I can not believe this idiot is aging himself. He is as old as the Death Kings, which is thirty-eight. He is twelve years older than Sawyer and nine years older than me. I believe he and Slater Zen are the same age. "I'll be there. Just give me thirty minutes. Are you safe? Can you do that?" I scoff at his questions with disdain. "I might be blind, but I'm not helpless." "W
StormChaos. Utter chaos and that includes the team C.H.A.O.S. I'm dancing around the fire wearing nothing but my pants in the round tent on a hallucinogenic trip thanks to the dried sacred peyote cactus. There are elders with me today, as we pray for the healing of an ailing child. My prayers, however, are the same as they have been for years…the healing of Kage Raiden, who has been refusing for years to seek medical help. I'm the only person who knows.
Jensen "If know those you must be the Jericho Ryder knows. What is the clever fox up to this time?" I question. "Something he shouldn't be messing in. He is creating super soldiers using the diluted blood of royal infernals and the corpses of the fallen." "What?!" I choke out having inhaled my beer instead of swallowing. Ugh, that burns. "This explains some questions he had on DNA a while back. I didn't think anything of it," I drawl.