Bk Borison Novels & Stories

Like he was enjoying every ounce of what he thought was control. “Boss, I tried to stop him, he said he would wait here. I told him that he wasn’t allowed in.” My secretary said, and I nodded, knowing how Giovanni was. I couldn’t blame her. Even moving from her place when it comes to a man like him would be dangerous. We all knew he had his ways. “Damon,” he said smoothly, his eyes sliding to Sienna. “And… Sienna. You look well. I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“And what fun would that be?” Lec huffed and shook his head but didn’t reply. Keenan leaned on the back of the chair, choosing to still not sit. For some reason, Keenan refused to sit down when he was in the penthouse. I told Marek at some point I’d have him in for dinner just to see if he would eat standing up as well. “Boris is getting out tomorrow. He’ll have to be at home for a while and then build his strength back up, but he should be back in action by the end of the month.”

"It's Bambi." It would be lovely to touch it. "Oh, nice," he said instead, then finished his drink. Physically, Roy himself was Gina’s counterpart. He was quite handsome and with broad shoulders that tapered to a lean waist and a powerful core. Muscular yet lean, a disciplined gym-goer with teasing, clear blue eyes who walked with an air of arrogance; knowing the full effect of his looks which did things to the female population. At times, though, Gina caught him with a dull facial expression. Something that never happened with The Boss.

"Anyways, I wanted you to know that I found something in there that you might want to look at. I would have scolded her some more about stealing, however, that would make me a walking contradiction. Instead, I slowly sit down at one of my barstools, setting my quivering hands on the table. Brynn turns, shrugging her backpack off to unzip it, pulling out a sheet of paper. I watch her, wishing I had to guts to do something as dangerous as she did. She slides the paper over to me and I grab it. "Don't hold it against me if it isn't true, but I don't think Malik's father is actually...you know, his father."

Slowly, he turns back to where he was cooking. "I don't have any interest in being with someone while they are knocked unconscious," Grayson muses. There is a moments silence, as he put the bacon from the pan, onto a plate on the bench. He twists around, pushing the plate across the bench to me, as well as some cutlery. "Because when I do have you in my bed, you're going to be very willing. In fact, you'll be begging..." He murmurs. I nearly choke on the not quite chewed bacon in my mouth.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us. I took that as my cue to leave the car and walk to him. He eyes me up and down and licked his lips before offereing his hand. I put my hand in his and he brought it to his mouth, kissing the back of it. He then smiled at me, showcasing his yellowing teeth. “When they said my date was beautiful, I didn’t imagine she was this pretty. You are very gorgeous.” “Thank you, sir.” “Call me Alonzo. The girls also call me daddy.” He remarked with an ugly laugh that turned into a heavy cough. I looked away in fear that some of his saliva would fall on my face.

But when it was abruptly taken away, I felt a sense of emptiness wash over me. "Thorin is a good warrior," Boris continued, his voice calm but firm. "And he has experience that many of our pack members could benefit from. He will make a perfect Delta." "You're right," I said, forcing a smile onto my face. "He would." Boris studied me for a moment longer before finally breaking eye contact. He walked over to the side table, pouring himself a glass of amber liquid from an ornate decanter. "Would you like some?" he offered without turning back.

Long enough to remind them all that Liam isn’t done. Not yet. Boris is already there when I walk in. Leaning against the hood of the black Charger like he owns the world. Maybe he thinks he does. Maybe he used to. But not anymore. He doesn’t look up when he speaks. “You reek of whiskey.” His voice is low, but it cuts like a blade. “You think I don’t notice? You think I don’t see what you’ve become since she ran?” I light a cigarette just to piss him off.

Boris, the underboss of the Dmitri family was there as well, witnessing the rage of his crazy boss, he however stood his ground. The two men who were kneeling, Kirill and Lev were already shivering because they dread the wrath of their boss. Unlike Maximo, konstantin always give second chance to any members who fail in their tasks. " So you couldn't bring back just a harmless lady as Iris back ? " He thunder angrily. " You can't bring back the only woman I love back to... " He stop abruptly as rage couldn't let him finish his words. The image of Iris in Maximo's arms clouding his thoughts. Jealousy washed over him like nothing comparable, he felt the great urge to pluck out the heart of the