Brett Hand Inside Job Novels & Stories

Everything falls under its own weight. Brett goes to his company, he knew that he was smeared with corruption, a large part of the income that entered his company came from illegal businesses, which he disguised as real businesses, much of that information was deposited in his office and in the system of the company. He couldn't believe that someone had denounced him, he had always overseen keeping that information very confidential and only he was the one who had access. During the way to the office, he began to remember something about the reports that Andy had sent him with Lauren, but he realizes that he had not read any, Brett feels how anger invades him immediately, and he remembers th

I kept my voice steady, even as my heart hammered. “What do you want, Brett? I’ve got no money. Nothing you’d want.” “Oh, I disagree,” he said, his friends fanning out to circle me. “We’ve got unfinished business from this morning. You embarrassed me in front of my crew. Nobody does that.” One of them grabbed my arm from behind. I jerked away, but another shoved me hard against the damp brick wall. The air rushed from my lungs. “Let’s see how high and mighty you are without your little human shield,” Brett growled, grabbing the front of my jacket.

Meanwhile, Shayla would end up with an offer from the company instead. However, I hit the jackpot and ended up winning 50 million dollars. She landed the job without a hitch, while I stayed home every day, living off the interest and leading a carefree life. Yet, nothing went her way at the company. Her pay was low, and she kept getting bullied by others. In a fit of fury, she shoved me off the rooftop. Shayla shot me a smug look. "I won't be attending the company's interview. Since you like to work this much, I shall give you the spot."

He stood up and continued to look for another hunter. After walking for a short moment, he stopped when something hit his shoes. Brett looked down and felt his heart jump out of its resting place. “Fuck.” He cursed. It was a head. Woman’s head. “Cristy,” Brett muttered. Romy gulped hard. This was the woman who paid him to turn a blind eye to whatever would happen in the ground today. Never in his wildest dream could he think something like this would occur. Brett looked around and found a flock of ravens had eaten several body parts. Brett fell flatly on the soil. This was insane. Death case during the test was never this brutal. He was frustrated since he did not know how to report to Logan

The rude way Daniel addressed Jack sent panic through me. Though not yet a Boss, Jack Harris was an heir with significant influence, capable of harming Daniel and his family. I slipped from behind Daniel, squeezing between the two men. “Daniel, please. This man is…” “I’m Miss Reed’s employer, Jack Harris,” Jack casually withdrew his hand while Daniel held his gaze, almost defiantly. “Apologies for the interruption, but I need my favorite nurse back before curfew for her safety.” Daniel’s eyes narrowed. I glanced at his fists, now clenched, and feared the worst. The men behind Jack were alert, clearly armed and ready to protect their boss. I had to get Daniel out of this—I couldn’t drag anyon

Brett fucks her relentlessly the whole time, his wet cock sliding in and out of her drenched pussy with ease. Gina grips my hand tighter and tighter until her orgasm passes. Then she looks at me with bright, sparkling, passionate eyes and smiles. As though this is totally normal. ‘My turn,’ Brett says, groaning. ‘Gonna come.’ ‘Here,’ Gina says, patting her stomach with the other hand. ‘Come on me.’ Brett shoots me a look, daring me to say something or stop him. But I don’t. I can’t do anything right now. I’m frozen in place, holding my girlfriend’s hand, watching his cock glide in and out of her.

I should have known. I sigh heavily, knowing my boss would pull a stunt like this. Instead he sent over two guys to replace him, Brett and Jamie. Both have been gang members for a few years. Jamie is tall and skinny with a blonde buzzcut and Brett is built wide, muscular and has dark jet black hair. I get on well with both guys and don't mind going with them instead of Amil. He always did get others to do his dirty work for him. "So we go in, kill Jones and get the girl back basically?" Brett asks me and I nod, pocketing my phone before replying.

My stomach churned as it reminded me of why I was back after seven years. “Good to know, son. Good to know.” Another cheer erupted and glasses clinked simultaneously from where Brett was playing. A skin-head, bulky man cursed fiercely, face reddened with anger. “He won,” I confirmed. “Yup, poor man. He doesn’t have any idea who Brett is,” Jett concurred proudly. Brett was a pool shark. Sadly, he stopped competing when his grandma died almost four years ago while he was on States tour. At the corner of my eye, I saw the framed photo of Brett and his team. Other photos were The Minnesota Fats’ Rudolf Wanderone and The Filipino’s pride The Magician Efren Bata Reyes.

After graduating from high school, I helped the whole class get in touch with my uncle's factory, which offered a 3,000-dollar monthly salary with room and board included, so we could save up some money for our upcoming college life. More than 20 of my classmates signed up. Then Emily June suddenly typed: [3,000 dollars? Are you trying to rip off your own classmates? I found a job online that pays 7,000 dollars a month. It includes room and board too.] The group chat exploded, and my classmates immediately turned on me. [Jasper, are you getting kickbacks from your uncle?] [We trusted you!] Everyone withdrew their applications and followed Emily instead. Well, fine. If they trusted he

Why had he shown deference to Sebastian? "Mr. Ballard, I was at the door when I heard that someone was being disrespectful to you." Brett turned, and his gaze swept over the middle-aged men. "Mr. Dunhill, he doesn't belong to the Sartzade Chamber of Commerce, so we—" one of the middle-aged men said, looking fearful. "Not part of the Sartzade Chamber of Commerce?" Brett smiled widely as he walked over to the middle-aged man. Suddenly, he grabbed a bottle of red wine from the table and smashed it on the middle-aged man's head. Wine mingled with blood as it trickled down from the man's head.