Black Bulls Vice Captain Novels & Stories

"What's the hurry? Got tired of that jailbird ex-wife, huh? Time to taste some fresh Vitale meat? Hahaha!" My eyes went cold as steel. My hand rested on the cold grip of my gun. My lips pressed into a thin line. "You done?" "If you are, then get the hell out of my way." The Capo who started it, one of the Vitale dogs, got shut down. His face turned pale, then red. He looked back at Cassandra, who had just caught up. Cassandra’s face was white as a sheet. She frowned, trying to take my arm, to save some face in front of her men.

If he hated me, he would have blamed the interview disaster on me and not invited me back. With it being such a big game, I did some additional research on the Vultures. Their team captain is Khaos Mokotoff. Apparently, he and Roman always fight hard during their games. This will be huge for my classes and me. Can you imagine how intense this game will be? Maybe I can keep working with the team if I can ace this article. What if my body freaks out around him again, though? I need to be prepared for whatever that is. I’ve seen plenty of attractive men around the world, and sure, they’re nice to look at, but my body has never felt like that before.

"Let's get down to business. I'll start with a quick recap of the past year." He started reading off events, including territory disputes and some club expansions. A few arrests by the NOPD. Nothing that mattered to me. But then he got to the part I was dreading. "And of course," Blackjack added, "we can't forget the little scuffle between the Revenants and the Iron Serpents last year. It cost us a good man: Santos. Iron Serpents' VP. And he was gone because someone couldn't keep their mouth shut."

My blood freezes at the sight, and my feet halt instantly. My frantic gaze slowly shifts from the gun pointed at Liam's head to meet the dark, mischievous eyes of his captor. * *

“Hey, ugly girl, you’re quite thoughtful. You’re giving me so many?” “Someone like you will definitely be able to use all of this tonight!” The man was overjoyed when he heard this. He thought she was complimenting him. “You’re ugly but you’re quite eloquent.” The man said with a smile, “God closed one door, but he opened another for you.” “You can enjoy them. I'll give them to you for free when you come next time!” “I'm Blue's brother, Black, and I’m the captain of Team W. If any of the guards from other teams bully you, just mention my name.”

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Wilbur scrambled to get off his bed, coming up to the door and opening it. Standing there was Bernard Stoli, the vice-captain of the Black Panthers. Bernard got straight to the point. "I've got good news and bad news. Which would you like to hear first?" "The bad news." Bernard smiled. "Why not the good news first?" Wilbur said, "Well, the bad news would give me a good idea of the extent of the situation."

“And I’m here to collect it.” “Fifty… million?” My voice was trembling under disbelief. The door opened once again. Another man entered the room. He was calm and composed. He seemed like nothing out of the ordinary was going on. He adjusted his glasses and straightened his suit. He looked at me coldly. “Mr. Cooley Raymond.” He spoke with a measured tone. “I am Lawyer Ross Brown.” He nodded and pointed towards the gunman. “This is Mr. Harlan Howell. He is the Vice President of the Dark Horse Society.”

The lust swimming in the depths of his eyes almost burst out at the thought of the she-wolf in their captain’s mouth. The captain scar-face spit out at his comrade before slapping him on the back of his head. He ferociously glared at the other, and the lustful look of the bald-headed man was instantly put out by the chill from those eyes, especially the hollow right eyes that seems to be sucking him inside a dark and hellish place. “You act like a beast in heat. We will act, but a plan needs to be set in motion. I don’t want any mistakes like what happened to our last hunt.”

This decision came on the recommendation of Lloyd Wright, the owner of the Billings Wolves and Jeremy's close friend. Chris Wixson's credentials were nothing short of legendary. As the greatest player in Wild West Indoor Football League (WWIF) history, Wixson had led the Billings Wolves to the first OK Corral Bowl and secured the championship in style. His career saw him guide the Wolves to the OK Corral Bowl seven times, claiming victory in six of them. The records he held—career completion percentage, passing yards, and touchdowns—were a testament to his unparalleled skill and leadership. When Wixson expressed his interest in coaching, Jeremy saw an opportunity to bring his wealth of knowl

"You don't know who you're crossin', boy! Lord Silas will have your head on a pike for this! ​Leo stepped forward, resting the tip of The Moonlit Edge against the cobblestones, his tall frame blocking the sunlight from the alley mouth. ​Tell Silas Vane, Leo growled, his low baritone vibrating with a terrifying, heavy Alpha aura that made the captain’s knees knock together, that if he wants a head, he can come to the Grand Convergence and try to take mine himself." ​Captain Vane and two Blackwood riders suddenly appeared at the alley entrance, their swords drawn and ready. The mercenary captain took one look at the incoming Northern reinforcements, dropped his sword in terror, and fled down t