Black Ops 3 John Taylor Novels & Stories

Chapter59 Taylor's pov. I was on my way back home when I received a call from one of my men. "Are you serious?" I frowned at his words, my body shaking in anger. "Yes boss but I was able to make her fall into the river with a bullet wound." He spoke, his voice shaky because he was afraid of what I could do to him. "Did you give her the drug I asked you to?" I gazed at the phone that was on the chair next to me before gazing at the road.

“Let go of me, you disgusting hypocrite.” His face went pale, realizing his state. He released my wrist like it burned him, one hand dropping to cover himself awkwardly. “Ava—” The door to 412 opened wider behind him. Taylor stepped out, wearing only low-slung sweatpants now, lean torso on full display. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, smirking faintly. “Lady, stop acting so strong-headed,” he said, voice smooth and infuriatingly calm. “It can’t be that bad. Join us. We can make it a threesome.

"You should leave." I turned and walked toward the building. He chased after me and grabbed my arm. Cristiano stepped in and blocked his path. "She told you to leave." Enzo stared at him. "You know who I am." "I do," Cristiano nodded. "You're Don Enzo Vitale. But do you know who's backing me?" Enzo narrowed his eyes. Cristiano smirked. "If you plan to keep doing business in Ousbornia, you should think very carefully."

~Kai “Pick up, Dad. Please…” My voice cracked as tears blurred my vision. My fingers trembled so badly I could barely tap the screen to redial. Gunfire cracked through the night air like thunder. Three of my personal bodyguards lay dead around me, their blood soaking into the cracked concrete. We had been waiting twenty agonizing minutes for my father’s reinforcements. “Stay close, Young Master. Nothing’s going to happen to…” Taylor’s words cut off with a wet thud. A bullet slammed into the back of his skull. He crumpled forward, lifeless.

“It wasn’t like the knockout fights.” “You did good.” I got a raised eyebrow and a wry grin back. “Taylor had his head ripped off by a hybrid. His fucking head. It took four of us to get that one down.” I said nothing. I knew which one he meant. Golden eyes, not even the biggest Hybrid but so driven by sheer anger and rage it was unstoppable. Finn led the others. He was the one who flung himself onto the fuckers back and helped pin him whilst the others tore into it.

“I can’t believe I’m laughing with a stranger after my closest one broke my trust…” The man’s smile faded slightly, and he looked at her with quiet understanding. He didn’t push her to elaborate, instead giving her a moment to gather herself. Then, as if sensing the need to break the tension, he spoke again. “I’m Taylor Wood,” he said, his tone warm and calm. “But you can just call me Tay.” Ariadne blinked at him, caught off guard. “Tay?” "Yeah. Short and sweet. Easier to yell if you ever need to call me for help.”

So Hyde has free access to my wife! Holy shit! -"Taylor, stay," I order. I can handle Hyde as much as he needs to help Ryan and Lough. -"No, sir. My duty is to ensure your personal safety," he retorts. -"Fuck off," I mutter. There's no time to waste arguing with Taylor about the obedience he owes to his fucking boss! I run to the elevator, and Taylor follows me. Hyde didn't have time to commit some atrocity that I'll make him regret. We enter the elevator, and I press the button corresponding to the third floor. The fifteen seconds between the first and third floors seems like an eternity.

Jhon didn’t manage to say more than this he had no issue recognising Adair and Justin and Gatlin, who don’t know him. “Are you awake now?” Justin asked, he really hates double face man like Jhon, in the army this man actually helping drug and arms dealers. “Justin, Adair, why are you doing this to me?” Jhon asked with confusion, his only deal with Alex ended years ago and now Alex is out of this country and there is no way they getting any evidence against him.

Staring back at her from the screen was her good friend, Oscar. “Hey.” She said with a smile. “Hello.” He replied. She noticed he wore black singlets, with his dog tag on, which indicated he was on an army base somewhere. “Where are you?” She asked. “Syria. My tour will be ending in two weeks.” There was poor network connection for a few seconds which muted the screen. Then Oscar’s voice came on again. “…me?” “What did you say?” She asked. “I got your text last night. You missing me?”

It was the scent of an aphrodisiac drug that is peculiar to Lord Ash’s gang! No wonder Taylor couldn’t guess what it was. That was how it all happened! ‘F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!’ no matter how many f*ck he has the internal power to scream, reality is that he can’t change anything now. … After the officers left, Quinn July came to his room. The dead bodies of the guards had not been taken out yet. “You harvested a lot, huh?” He teased. “Not as much as you.” “Taylor is bold enough to want to kill me. Did he intend to cause war between both countries?” Quinn had been fighting off men in his room since.