Barney Calhoun Novels & Stories

The significance of these banks to him, meant that, he would always love spending time here. Caleb emerged from the water, running his hand through his hair as he spoke, “One of these days, we will have to address your propensity for cheating.” He said, as he picked up a pair of pants laying on top a rock, and pulled it over his long, muscular thighs and legs. Roy laughed, “The Alpha sounds like a sore loser.” Caleb scoffed, “We both know I got that squirrel first.” “Speak louder, if you will, Caleb. I do not think the squirrel heard you, all the way in my stomach.”

Perhaps if my limbs were working well, I would have danced and thrown leaves into the air. "Why did you do that?" I question Cal, as he clambers out after me, kicking the trap door that once concealed me closed. He turns, looking at me. In the light, he is so much more handsome. But something painful and deep set lies within his gaze, and I feel mildly sorry for whoever the woman is that has to crack him. That's why I decide not to question him on who he is. "It's my job. What my boss says, goes." "Who's your boss? Grayson?"

I could hear a thump and I feel a smile start to appear on my face. Walking inside, I see my cousin Jackson standing over my special guest. Andrew Mack. A cook who works at the Romani's. I had my boys go and pick him up when night when he was walking to his car alone. He's been here for about three days and so far hasn't had anything to drink or eat. His body is getting weaker by the minute and I just want to crush his spirit. I want him to get his hopes up and then kill them. I want to see his face light up and then go pale. I want him to suffer.

"The President of the United States." Clarkson spun the whiskey in his glass. "I told you so. They weren't interested in the billionaire. They were interested in the architect who reworks souls." He extended his hand and curled it around Jonah's, the teak and brass ring chill on his skin. "You were fantastic. You always are.". Jonah leaned his head back, closing his eyes. “From scandal to senators,” he murmured, the phrase now imbued with the weight of the day. “It’s a hell of a journey.”