Brian O'connor Novels & Stories

He pulled out his phone, punched down on its numbers. "What's the code?, " he asked without waiting for any reply. "Her death day!, " the crude voice replied with so much empathy of delight. *************** Louis {POV} The arrival of Connor, my chief security brought me to a halt as he entered my inner office chambers. It's been a few days and hopefully he has found something useful. All the links to Nora's death had been ghosted even the recent hint still hanging on the cliff was about to disappear like the rest. I scanned his appearance as he walked towards me with a short bow. He stood as rigid as usual. Conner, retired from the military, his uncle worked alongside with my foster father a

He straightened up and grinned, nodding at Teague as he took his cell phone out of his pocket, pushing on the flashlight. “Told you she’d be here.” “Let go of me, you fucking monster!” I screamed, kicking and screaming at Teague, who barely had any trouble at all holding me captive. His arm was still around my throat, and my heart began to race as Keane watched me. He looked frightening, like a serial killer studying his prey. He was fucking proud of himself. A moment later, Beau emerged from the woods, his eyes roaming the scene. “Christ,” he said, eyeing me. “You were right again, Keane.”

Connor Herrick had been invincible for twelve years. Not anymore. Wanting to push him into a well just seemed like bullying the defenseless. How ironic. "Where is Cillian?" he demanded of no one in particular. "He's dead," Gemma said, her voice like stone. "And so are Gralyn and Hadley." Connor's eyes flashed. I couldn't decipher the emotion. "Weak cowards." "You have no one left, Connor," my mate continued. "Surrender and—"

"Yes, sir." "Sure." "Yes. Where's Mr. O'Connor?" "Will he be able to return to Italy tonight?" "Yes, we need the antidote." "Xelle. He got that poison. Three bullets lodged in his body. We can't operate until we have the antidote. But we've secured the wound, Xelle won't bleed out." "He's still alive." "I don't know why, sir." "Yes, sure. Thank you, sir." Edward's conversation ended with a sigh of relief. There seemed to be some good news after repeatedly contacting Mr. O'Connor's personal assistant. I had heard that Mr. O'Connor was currently in England in my hometown, the City of London.

Conor, as usual, had his head in the clouds. The last thing I needed was to look like a pussy. We already had enough fucking crosshairs dancing on our chests, we sure as hell didn’t need any more. And sometimes, the slightest glimmer of weakness was all it took for some motherfucker to think they could overtake your patch. Sure, I was an O’Donnelly, and that gave me more protection than most, but there was always some bright spark who started thinking shit they shouldn’t. Case in point Cillian Donahue.

A man like that needed to be stopped at all costs. “Did you limit your search to just America?” I asked. Connor was based in Austria, and there was probably a chance they would find something if they focused on Austria instead. “Of course not. My team did as much digging as they could, but Connor is clearly a smart man. For some reason, he managed to hide all past records of him, and those records can not be anything good.” Aaron answered, and I couldn’t hide the disappointed sigh that escaped my lips as I felt a headache creep onto my skull.

Brian is now completely no longer arrogant and arrogant like before. He now even wears clothes that are no longer clean and neat, unlike the assistant Brian who always wears suits and dresses before, he looks like two different people. Brian raised his head to look at Grainne, his eyes filled with sarcasm, and hatred said: "Grainne, you have a good life now, being both a chief designer and a performer, just a country girl, no, no. I thought I could hold on to a high branch!”

That face of hers would pucker up like a petrified ass crack. "Well, is it true or not?" "Is what true, T?" "Is your boy making time with little Kerry or not?" Clancy looked around as if searching for wandering ears. "Well, don't say I told you, but he went yesterday and made an offer on that big ole place on Bakersridge." Their mouths fell open, and the questions started. Clancy held up his hands. "That's all I'm telling cause that's all I know. What I can tell you is that he was all fired up to get back to the city until he met her."

Connor seemed to register how that changed things as he curiously looked at the boys. “If it’s not a mating bond, what is it?” Alaric was still tense. “Brianna is my Keeper,” Connor’s words woke something inside of me, like puzzle pieces being clicked together, even though I didn’t know what being his Keeper all entailed.

He has a point, but neither of them knows the truth. “Mr Mateo is around the early thirties when he decided to have Lincoln. Mrs Bridget also said to us that Connor’s mother is the youngest and she is an Irish. Connor is also a European like his oldest Brother, Lincoln.” Paul is ecstatic because of what he speculated with his friend. “Such a brilliant ass!” He keeps on messing the hair of Dylan. However, they must still investigate and wait for the decision of the CEO. Five in the afternoon strikes, but Connor Carter Vozinelik is not coming back after lunch. He didn’t have a meeting in the afternoon. It was unusual for the collateral husband.