Burt Curtis Novels & Stories

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

She was even familiar with some of them. Curtis stood next to her. "I know some of them. They used to frequent Emerald Group's shooting range in the past. They're not as good as me." Gwen looked at him. "Are you praising yourself?" Curtis felt a little indignant. He thumped his chest. "I was once a shooting champion. Can't I praise myself?" He was more than 6 feet tall, but he was huffing like a petulant child at that moment. It was somehow quite adorable.

I've always hated it. I just rolled my eyes which earned a laugh from everyone. "Your brother here tells me that you both have money that you've saved over the years and are willing to give it to me to pay off Austin Dechart." "Pretty much. Oh and your brothers here have also agreed to give us some money to help. But we're $15,000 short." "Hey we have names you know." Uncle James says. I ignore his comment as I finally sneak a piece of bacon off the plate and eat it.

With that, he ended the call. Kurt set his cell phone in his lap, his lips quirking into a satisfied smirk. He didn't doubt his instincts; Burt was a formidable man, ruthless, merciless, and thorough in his work. He had made numerous enemies throughout his lifetime and many more connections thanks to his ruthless efficiency. Those incompetent detectives can go to hell, along with whoever they think they're trying to protect. Speaking of protection, Kurt turned to his assistant seated beside him, He interrupted the man's work on his tablet. "Blaine?" He called, and the man quickly put down his tablet and faced his boss. "Who runs this city?"

“Really nose to the grindstone things. I mean, I know you all work hard at Sinclair and stuff, don’t get me wrong. But Oriri is in a different league. None of that corruption you’ve got over there. If you ever think about jumping ship, I always need a new secretary… And you know you don’t want to end up like… Oh, what was his name? Burt?” “Burt Stevenson,” she glimmered. This was going to need a different approach. “I think you actually knew one of his relatives… His cousin? Steven?” The blood drained completely from his face, leaving the gin rose lonely at the tip of his nose. She had him. Bled out, like a caught fish. Suddenly, his hand fastened around her wrist, hard, pinning it to the ba

“$80,000! Any one? Okay—.” . “$200,000 dollars.” A masculine voice spoke and suddenly the room fell in silence. My eyes looked around for who was it but my head snapped to the host who started to speak, “$200,000! Anyone? Anyone? Okay $200,000 one, two and three. Sold! Sold to mr James Russo.” My eyes widened in horror. James? James Russo?! Is it the same James Russo thatI know? Oh no! I was pulled up again by my forearm and dragged ruthlessly away from the spotlight and back to the backstage. I was shivering and I was sure I looked no less than a wet dog, shivering with tears rolling down her eyes, and wet face.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

David Bryant, he’s friends with Mikali and Kurt. He’s a quick-witted guy, with lots of tattoos and piercings thought in his trooper uniform. He wasn’t wearing any of those piercings, and I could only see a hint of the tattoos on his neck. “An attack?" I furrowed my brow. “I didn’t hear anything,” I shrugged.

Nathan: “You’re serious?” “Unfortunately” Carter said, handing me the papers “Donatello has requested that he withdraws his whole shares from the companies, and though it states in the contract that he can’t unless he pays a certain amount; he is more than willing to pay for it”

Twat bag two says. "If the boss doesn't get his hands on her before that pup is born then he is going to end us!" Twat bag one growls "What are you ladies gossiping about in here?" Warrior Johnathan walks into the room and I can't help the shiver that runs down my spine. Something feels off. "We were just talking about how we're going to get this bitch out of here without those pricks realizing." Twat bag one says causing my whole body to run cold. Warrior Jonathan is in on whatever it is that their up to, But why? He came across as a good guy and incredibly loyal to this pack but this... what he's doing now... it just doesn't make sense.