Brett Hand Inside Job Novels & Stories

He never used amateurs. But Brett… Brett had screwed up. The man’s eyes lit up the moment he saw Mason. He struggled to his feet, clutching his broken arm, blood dripping onto the pavement with every step. “Boss!” he cried, his voice hoarse. “Help me! I’m wounded, I can’t go to the hospital. The job didn’t go as planned. Ashley… Ashley was there. Her whole team. It was hell. A few of my guys are dead. The rest got hauled off to the station. I’m the only one who escaped. I came to warn you. To get help for the others—”

He reached out and violently grabbed the handle, throwing the janitor's closet door wide open. Bret was leaning casually against the doorframe, his phone tucked securely into his pocket and a vicious, victorious grin plastered across his face. "So? We have a deal?" Bret asked, his eyes immediately dropping to track the flush on Victoria's neck. Eden didn't answer him. He just glared at him with a look that promised murder, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles turned white, before he stepped out into the hallway. Bret’s smile widened. He patted Eden’s shoulder mockingly as they brushed past each other, then stepped into the cramped, chemical-scented room and clicked the door shut behind h

Alexander The call came in just after I wrapped up a meeting in San Francisco. I ignored it at first—Brett knew better than to interrupt unless it was urgent—but when it rang again, and then a third time, I stepped out of the building and answered. “Brett,” I snapped, already walking toward the curb. “You better have a damn good reason for blowing up my phone.” “We’ve had a situation,” he said. “Near the flagship store. A robbery attempt.”

Brett growled softly, pushing off the doorframe. He took three slow, deliberate strides into the dressing room, his massive presence instantly shrinking the expansive space until the air between them felt thin and electric. "I saw the screen before you locked it," Brett said, his voice dropping an octave, heavy and deliberate. "You're standing in my penthouse, preparing to close a fifteen-billion-dollar acquisition that will cement your name in New York real estate forever, and you're pining after a back-alley barista who kicked you out the second things got uncomfortable."

"It's complicated." "Try me." I hold up my left hand. "We're engaged now, remember? That means we face things together." "Jamson used to work for me," Brett says finally. "Years ago, when I was first building Graham Industries." "What happened?" Brett moves to the railing, gripping it until his knuckles turn white. "I fired him for stealing client information and selling it to competitors." "So why is he contacting you now?" I move beside him, studying his profile in the moonlight.

When Brett raised his hand, Cathy saw the tattoo, it had a human face and a name was inscribed on it but that name she didn't know what is it, she closed her eyes to recollect the tattoo then she opened it "It's you, you are the man under the mask," Cathy yelled. "What are you saying, Cathy?" Whitney asked. "It's him that tried to kill me, he is the boss that Linda works for, yes, he is the one that was after me, it's him, the tattoo." Brett laughed dryly.

he whispered and David turned to him, he wanted very much to ignore Brett but him pretending in front of him right after he found out what he truly was doing irritated the hell out of David. "You, stay out of this!" David growled. "You're doing the exact same thing so you're no better than she is!" David bellowed and Brett eyes went wide immediately. "I don't know what you're talking about!" Brett replied immediately. "Oh really you don't!" "You know If someone had told me you'd do this to me, I wouldn't have believed!" "How long have you been working with him?!" David asked. "I don't ... " David cut him shut immediately as he rushed forward to him and wrapped his hands tightly around his ne

I gasped, my fingers trembling as I stared at the bold letters flashing on the screen. INTERNAL BREACH IN THE BECK HOLDINGS. SHOWS NOAH BECK GUILTY OF INSIDER TRADING. I staggered, my breath coming in short pants. How did this happen? We were fine yesterday. “Emma, can you get Matt on the phone?” I said to my assistant, my voice cracking slightly. She nodded, her fingers tapping rapidly on the screen, “He isn’t picking,” My worst fears were coming to light. I knew that Petal wasn’t going to let go of what had happened at the Conrad house. This was our retribution for thinking we could do the impossible.

"That's just the basic work of an assistant , but if it makes you feel any better, I'll have you know the guy secretly enjoys all the hustle and bustle he gets up to. Besides, I pay all my employees quite handsomely, thank you very much." "Hmm," Brett spoke, swiping across his phone and barely acknowledging the prideful words uttered by his brother. Once they reached the elevator, Dave the button to go up and looked at Brett. "You do realise that we're doing exactly what Grandma Hally always tells us not to. I'm sure she won't appreciate our actions when she finds out." Brett looked up from his phone and shrugged. "When she does find out, hopefully I would have done all the talking that I wa

Somehow Brett managed a friendly smile. Brett was former CIA. Former only because he'd opted to do the right thing and help out another of Silas' housemates in a pinch. Doing the right thing had gotten Brett fired from the CIA. Zain had scooped Brett up immediately. Between the man's field experience and his proven record, he'd been a quick recruit. It also stood to reason he knew how to talk to people in stressful situations. But the man was accustomed to leading and giving orders, not working as part of a team.