Brian O'connor Novels & Stories

He just wants to make it up to her and get her forgiveness. He was ready to acknowledge her as his wife and go to the ends of the world with her. If only he could see her again, if only… He attended an important stakeholders meeting and was surprised when he met Patrick Connor with a man that seemed familiar to him. Patrick Connor has become a distributor of technological materials, an upcoming company that has a great potential of becoming something big, if investors choose to partner with him. Few years have passed, and he couldn't reconcile with his friend again. He missed him very much. Then he remembered the man who was acting as his assistant, Oscar. Yes, the man's first name is Oscar.

"Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty." Connolly, Connolly. I walked back and forth. "That's Irish," Nic said. And yes it was Irish but I didn't know anyone by that name in the Irish crime family that I knew. "Ring any bells?" Nic asked. "No." last time I had checked, we had been on good terms with Kate's family. But why would they come after me? We did business together and the old man never grumbled about what didn't happen between me and Kate. Someone touched me on the shoulder and I jumped in fright. It was Nic. I had let my thoughts turn me away and I got distracted.

Like Brian, he, too, was married, but that hadn’t stopped his own libertinism. Waves of old mutual antipathy flowed between them as Cassandra prepared to ask the questions. Conor grinned at her, that behavior promising nothing good. She tried to ignore it, do her job, and get away from him as far as possible. They were almost done with the live interview when Conor pierced her with an unhealthy gaze. “So, we see that you’re moving on with your life. Poor Brian’s barely cold in the grave,” he told her out of the blue. The air went very still around them. Cassandra looked at him, not sure she heard him right.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

Though I had soon changed course of action, I didn't forget them. "Many people know the six troublemakers," I replied, playing it off as casual. A smirk appeared on the corner of his lips. "That means you know me well." Connor O'Brien tied with Sir Lockwood as the most notorious; while Sir Lockwood was notorious amongst the women, Connor was known for his fist. Oliver was brutal, but he still didn't come close to Connor. Despite being born into a family that guaranteed a soft life for him, he chose the one with his fist, so while he ran the O'Brien motor during the day, he fought underground at night. Connor thrived through violence, and the few scars on his face were a testament. His grey h

Henry pov. For quite a while, I haven't laid eyes on Sierra, and my concern has been growing, not knowing if she's doing okay. The uncertainty about William troubles me deeply; I can't fathom what might be wrong with him, and at times, I feel this urge to confront him. Sierra, I know, is going through a tough time, and witnessing her treated as if she's nobody pains me as well. Hiding behind the woods, I fixate on William Castle, surrounded by an eerie silence that perplexes me.

The low appreciative whistle he gave as he twirled me around did wonderful things for my fragile ego. "Gentlemen, you look smashing. I definitely approve this look for you." "Boss is gonna kill Oisin. He told him not to go overboard on your dress. Guess he's trying to make up for putting that gun to your head." Brennan chuckled. "Oisin did this?" I know I couldn't help the incredulous look on my face. " It’s okay, Everhigh. Once you spend some more time with him it will all make more sense." Connor laughed as he offered me his arm.

Grandpa groans in pain as he gets up off the chair holding his back “ you really should go see a doctor about your back” grandma yells at him “ oh would you get off my back women” he gripes slowly walking out of the kitchen “ What was that about?” Creed whispered looking at me for answers “ fuck if I know but I have a feeling bringing her back with me might not be as safe as I thought.” I pout rolling my eyes always something

He knew who this was, violating his woman, abusing and torturing her for over two months. “Conor,” he says through gritted teeth and the man on the screen stops his thrusts into Devyn. He turns to the screen and removed his mask, grinning and lifting Devyn up and throwing her to the ground before cutting the call. Dimitri looks at him with surprise, “You knew who that was?” he asks incredulously and Kieran turns on his heel, “My brother Conor, the one who was selling me out to Marcos Brago, he's currently excommunicated from Manhattan. Let’s go, I think I know where this is headed.” He says and Dimitri nods, leading the way. He couldn’t help but feel Dimitri’s eyes on him all the way, and ev

I explained, bringing her hands down. I glanced down at the open locket at the one and only photo of Connor and Fianna Kavanah with a newborn Aurelia. They look so damn happy and proud holding her. It’s a shame that they had to give her up, but if they hadn’t, she could have died too. “With some Silvercloud assistance, Declan was able to find a safe deposit box your parents left under assumed names. This was the only thing inside. Declan said the locket was something Connor gave Fianna the day she shifted for the first time.” I explained.