Adam Hunt Dc Novels & Stories

Adam winked at me, making my blood boil. Game.fucking.on! Adam freaking Miller!

The way he kissed her didn't leave any room for the latter possibility but still didn't answer enough questions. “When were you going to tell me all this?” She asked her husband with a hint of hatred in her eyes. Adam couldn't fight it. “I was gonna cross that bridge when I got to it,” Adam said without looking into her eyes. “But I didn’t expect it to be this hard and honestly, I didn't even know half the crap he just said,” he added. “Adam chose this place because it had the least possibility of a Latin American gang footprint,” Dr Gupta added as if he could anticipate her next question. “He called some contacts and found the one place with the thickest presence of Hugo Ortiz’s rivals whic

"You’re the Alpha. Just flash your scary face and sign the contract." Liam had smirked. "Exactly why I’m not going." So Adam had gone. Begrudgingly. He'd flown out to Austin, spent the afternoon checking into a sleek downtown hotel, and prepared himself for what he assumed would be a mind-numbing dinner with a client who collected rare books and spoke in long-winded metaphors.

Adam is a man who keeps promises. TBC.

“This might help.” He sank down beside me. He squeezed my thigh gently and I forced the pain killers and a large gulp of juice down my throat. “When did you come home last night?” Damian asked Adam. Dark shadows spread under his eyes and he smelled faintly of smoke and beer. “Around four.” “Tomorrow’s school. I don’t want you out all night again.” “It’s almost the end of the school year. Holidays will start soon. It’s not like anything exciting is happening,” Adam mumbled, clinging to his coffee cup. “Savio’s partying all the time.”

Adam turned behind him because the door creaked. We moved to hide fast. Adam searched around with his eyes and spotted a baton. He grabbed it and signaled for me to stay hidden. The door creaked open wider. Footsteps came in. I watched Adam grip the baton handle tighter. The footsteps got closer. Adam raised his hand, ready to strike. A familiar voice spoke. “Hey… hey…” Adam paused mid-swing. I stepped out of my spot and saw Damien with both hands up in surrender. “Chill man.”

It felt comforting instead. Before I could even unbuckle, Adam was already outside, opening my door and guiding me in like second nature. Inside, he settled me onto the double-seater couch. “Here,sit.” And I did. “Just give me a minute.” He added as soon as I sat, before he then disappeared into the kitchen. I relaxed on the soft leather couch and then a thought crossed my head. I pulled out my phone and scrolled. ‘Hannah Blacken, Tech Guru, Accused of Killing Her Ex-Husband.’

With that I left her in the hallway, I could feel her stare burn through the back of my neck. “Adam” I called, waiting for his response. “It seems DM Holdings is far more fucked than they publicly let on, almost every company under them is shutting down, productions have been halted, stocks are way down the toilet, and it's going to take a whole lot more than good team to revive the place, its a lot of work, work you can't handle right now sir we need to hire someone” he finished. I nodded “Indeed and I know just who to hire” I replied.

Adrian Chase wouldn’t allow himself to be weakened by something as trivial as love. After my workout, I got in my car and drove across town. I parked across the road from the towering, clinical-looking building and stared at it with fury coursing through every cell in my body. It was the central DC headquarters for MID, and I had plans to get inside to try and find out more about the homeless people Amelia and Barney Fucking Fife had stumbled upon.

she said innocently as she smoothed her coat down, silently thanking the mother of all gods for the length of it. "Were you fuck! Don't think I didn't listen to every story Adom has regaled me with over the last year" Damon said with a grin. One of Adom's favorite pastimes was telling Damon all about the extracurricular activities they all used to participate in during the 1800s. He laughed when he pressed himself to the back of Clary body, a small moan escaping Clary throat as he rubbed his pelvis against her ass. He knew the wet patch in his wife would be pressed against her skin. "You will feel that every time you sit down" he whispered triumphantly, the thought of it making his stomach c