Aot Colt Novels & Stories

said Madison. “We don’t have reinforcements,” I reminded her. “I’m a loner and my mother’s a sick Luna. Where the heck do you think we’ll find reinforcements.” “Colt,” was Madison’s simple answer. “Colt belongs to Josephine. He will not help me, Mads.” “Yes, he will, Aure. You have to trust him.” Maybe she was right. Despite everything, he had warned me. He had shown a flicker of loyalty. Maybe, just maybe, he could help us.

He looked dangerously handsome and hot at the same time. “Here comes the woman of the evening”, Colt said jokingly. Fiona laughed. “Greetings to the man of the evening too”, Fiona said. Colt opened the passengers door and she slide inside and watched as he walked over to the drivers seat, damn!!!, this man was hot. She drew a tremendous sigh. Colt in suit and work shirts had been sexy, but Colt on faded jean and polo that clung to his skin was entirely a different level of hotness.

All I can think about is Colt. Colt…where are you?

I have to keep my speed slow to avoid death. I came across Colton, he was tugging the body of a sheep. How much cattle do they own? Colton spotted me in the dark, his eyes glowing like bright lights. “What the.... are you out of your mind?” He tossed the sheep onto a pile of dead sheeps. From the gasoline, and the matches on the ground i think he’s planning to burn them. He’s dug a hole so they don’t to the trees, and dry twigs and set the entire forest ablaze.

At four on the dot, a dark truck rolled into my driveway as if time itself made room for it. Colt stepped out carrying a toolbox that looked older than my entire adult life. He wore a black T-shirt despite the chill and dark jeans scuffed at the knees. Up close, the tattoos on his arms looked even more alive. Wolves in motion, inked muscle turning them into a story that flexed when he moved. He paused on my porch, gaze lifting to the beams, the sagging boards, the loose nail that had almost caught my foot. Then he looked at me. “Hey,” he said.

He had to focus on freeing the captives in the building. Axe's hand moved to remove the wedding ring and put it away in his pants pocket. His movements were too nimble to pull out the firearm tucked under his clothes. He began to focus on the mission. Axe's footsteps were barely audible as he carried his body out of the hideout. He smiled wryly to find only one guard, which meant one of them had already entered the building. Raised to shoulder height was a 1911 colt with a sound soaker in the muzzle. With just one press, the shell shot against the wind through the cloth-clad flesh. The shot body gave a startled response, before collapsing to the ground with blood pouring out.

He asked me to follow him and I did. “Where are we going?” He led me to a door near the shooting range. He opened it and an array of guns was in front of me. “I’ll let you pick.” I looked at him with excited eyes. “Really?” He nodded. I was jumping up and down from the excitement I felt. I didn’t take too long to choose, the moment my eyes saw it I knew that it was the one I wanted. I took the Colt Combat Unit Pistol and showed it to Primo. He approved of my choice and he gave me a pink holster. I raised my eyebrow. “Why is it pink?” He looked at me. “I thought you like pink.” I shook my head. “Do you have one in black?” He chuckled and threw me a black holster. I smiled and strapped it on m

Right now, Alessandro and Colt are head to head. Colt glances at us. "Hey, guys." Alessandro's head twists around, his eyes landing on mine. He quickly turns back and squares his shoulders in determination. His horse speeds forward as though he got zapped with super-speed. "No!" Colt cries. Alessandro's horse reaches the finish line and the bell rings. The attendant tosses him a three-foot narwhal plush. "Nice one." Colt fist bumps Alessandro. Then they approach us. "How was the ride?" Colt asks.

LET'S SEE WHAT COLT IS UP TO. UP NEXT IS: COLT'S REDEMPTION

Movement, and then the door pulled open. Colt stood in a dark pair of pants and a long sleeve shirt that, although cuffed, was unbuttoned all the way to his navel, his tattoos oiled and glistening, his piercings winking at me as he managed to look both a gangster and a refined billionaire. My eyes finally went to his face where his eyes were wide, bright and beautiful as his dark curls lay in stylish waves, swept up away from his face. “Olivia?” he frowned, as if he was seeing a ghost.