Black Ops 3 John Taylor Novels & Stories

Mine came wrapped in noble intentions and hidden diseases. "You'd give up anyone before you'd give up Lina," Taylor continued with absolute conviction. "She's the treasure of your heart. The one thing in this world you'd protect above all else." Councilor Hawthorne observed this exchange with the patience of someone who'd seen countless soldiers struggle with impossible choices. When Taylor finally ran out of steam, the general spoke softly. "Enough, Alpha Taylor. This isn't your burden to carry." Taylor opened his mouth to protest, caught the look on Hawthorne's face, and snapped it shut again. He saluted stiffly and left the room.

Noah stepped up beside me, and Atlas moved to stand by Jenny. “Explain, Reed,” Noah demanded. I looked at him, then back at Jenny, who was looking at me as if she didn't see me at all. “He beat up the guy who killed his father,” Taylor answered for me. “I helped him get away, and in exchange, he got me out of that place.” She looked at Jenny, who was now looking at her too. “Look, lady, I don't know what you think is going on here,” she gestured between us, “but that’s what happened.”

Guilt crept beneath my anger slowly, unwanted and heavy. I stood there frozen, dwindling between fury and disbelief when suddenly a cry slithered into my ears. “WAIT, OSIRIS!” Something slammed into my side. I barely maintained balance before glaring down at Taylor. He stood there, panting heavily, followed by an entire squad of warriors. “Grab him!” Taylor shouted dramatically. “Three warriors on each side!” And without waiting for their response, he jumped at me himself. “I won’t let your anger control you!” he declared heroically while trying to restrain my arms. “Calm down, Osiris.”

he said simply. Of course, Taylor wouldn’t speak against Adrian. I looked down at my hands. “Why?” I asked softly. “Why would he care for me that much?” Taylor’s eyes met mine briefly in the mirror, then returned to the road. “I couldn’t tell you exactly, ma’am. I’m an ex-military guy, not a therapist.” Despite everything, a faint, broken laugh slipped out of me. Taylor’s mouth twitched once, then settled again.

Turning, I look at the guy. "Is she alive?" I left her, I fucking left her. "She's fine, Jasmine has checked, so don't worry. Now, do you remember everything?" My head shakes. "Just finding them, I remember seeing her face, seeing the cuts and bruises on her body, then nothing." Turning, I look back at his body. He has no fingers. His chest is cut open. I can't remember it. "From what Evaline has said when speaking to Lucia, his name is Taylor. He was Dale's partner in the force. He knew everything. He wanted his drugs back. He was part of it."

God, Xavier—standing frozen, his guilt eating him alive. Carl saw the flicker in my face. He pounced. “Your friend , Taylor, isn’t it?” His voice was almost conversational, but I caught the gleam beneath it. “Brilliant with her fingers, they say. Codes, systems, walls. Walls can crumble, though. Do you think she’d last an hour under my men’s hands?” I bit my lip so hard I tasted blood.

Mark Taylor is a direct or indirect reason for Rose’s misery, and that was another reason Alex couldn’t feel bad for him. Alex just beckons Mike and he forwarded a bottle of water to him. Mark Taylor looked towards the officers in gratitude, took the bottle, unscrewed it, and gulp it down. After releasing a deep breath, he continued. “Till few years I could able to survive like a photographer, then one day I decided to not to continue like this and went to meet sir Joe Walton.” “There I saw all of them......” “Why do you want to meet Mr. Joe Walton at late hours?”

“Matt, would you mind if Taylor stayed for a few minutes? I have something I’d like her opinion on.” “She has things to do, Dad. Is it necessary?” “Very. We’ve tracked down someone who was hired to spy on her.” A few low growls could be heard in the room, which made the hairs on my arms stand up. Matt came over and pulled me behind him, shielding me from the already neutralized threat. “Who was it, and where are they?” he asked. “He’s a hitman and a very good one at that. One of the best, actually. Professionally, he goes by the name Hades, but I believe Taylor here knows him as Tyson.”

Seeing the look on Taliah’s face I look down, “is he married or something.” Shaking her head no Taliah took a deep breath, “he is like one of the top drug lords of New York Taylor...like in fact, he is one of the top drug runners in the US. Like he is deep in the mafia. Every time the cops arrest him the witness ends up missing or dead, evidence gets destroyed. Taylor, he isn’t a good guy.”

“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.