Burt Curtis Novels & Stories

Everyone was left awestruck simultaneously as the words 'Curtis Automotive' flashed on the screen, many of whom were reminded of a question that was asked many times back in the day. How far and how high would Curtis Wade's accomplishments continue? While most journalists working now wouldn't know that, the realization soon struck—Curtis was Jeremiah Wade's second son! So, this joint project was named in honor of the man who had left many years ago, though it was not surprising that the two families would suddenly choose to work together again after twenty years.

“You heard about Curtis and Tessa?” “No,” King said, his gaze automatically swinging over to Tessa Mahoney as she served up shots to a table of rowdy types. He wasn’t too worried, though, because Curtis’ baleful stare clocked her every move. Curtis was protective of all the female staff at Curves, as per his job description of kickass bouncer, but seeing as Tessa was the love of his life, she got special attention when she was around the drunk and leering customers. “What about them?”

i stutter out as he presses again on the thin skin and I cum hard panting out his name as my hips jerk, emtying my load down his throat he licks the tip then stand. "Figure out what you want Nixon because the only one whos denying this is you" he points between us and walk out of the room closing the door behind him.

He looked longingly at the smoldering butt, then at his interrogator. “You’re in deep shit, Jonesy,” said his old partner, Randy. Curtis smiled even broader. This was a game he knew only too well. “Brought you outta retirement for this, partner? How’s Dolores? Send her my best, will you?” Curtis’s voice sounded like gravel even to himself. No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon.

Both he and Edward had to be involved. Curtis genuinely regretted competing with the other managers to lead this project. He thought that it was tough working under the CEO. "I've passed along the message and tried to stop him, but he won't listen to me. Not even God himself could stop Mr. Fowler." Curtis sighed again. …

With elongated eyes and a hawkish nose, his smile exuded a sinister aura. "Curtis is quite courteous, sending his beloved grandson to personally welcome me." The man with the sinister face was named Kendall Burton, the heir of the Burton Group. The Burton Group used to be a fierce rival of McCray Corporation, but suddenly expressed a desire to cooperate, raising suspicions about their intentions. However, if the two groups could truly collaborate, it would elevate McCray Corporation's business to new heights. "You are an honored guest, so of course, I had to personally come and greet you. My grandfather originally planned to come, but I stopped him, as you know, he is getting on in years."

"Can't you wait until he's healed?" Harrison froze. The rebuke caught him completely off guard. From where he stood, Curtis had looked healthy enough to attend three meetings and sign twenty contracts. Now he looked like he needed emergency surgery. The contrast was astonishing. Harrison's eyes fluttered open in utter shock. Slowly, he turned to stare at his boss. At that moment, Curtis opened one eye. A silent understanding passed between them. Curtis subtly shook his head toward the door. The message was clear.

“Because your mother married my dad doesn’t mean you hold over power to me either does your mother, Curtis…” Curtis laughed. “You can tell everything, Edward. But I will tell the world who made Martinez dead!” He pulled out a cigarette from his jacket’s pocket, lighting it up with a cigarette lighter and it had a skull curve on. Edward followed every move he made. His hand was clenched as his blood felt a bit fast streaming into his veins. Curtis sucked the cigarette deeply and blew out its smokes to Edward who kept gazing at him. He smirked and threw the lit cigarette butt to Edward’s sight.

Burt is one of the few people in this town that does not hold Owen accountable for his family's actions, to which Owen is grateful. “Who is your lady friend?” Burt asks with a sly smile and Owen turns red. Olivia just chuckles, reaching out a slender hand to him for a shake. “Olivia Jordan, sir. Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you, as well, hun. The name's Burt Castrem, but you can call me Burt.” She nods and he turns to Owen, focusing on business. “We sold out.” “What?” Owen asks, surprised by the news. Every piece that he sold to Burt has been sold. That means that both he and Burt have both made a pretty penny off of the sales.

He said angrily, “If there’s anything, come at me and leave Ms. Wendell alone.” Max sneered. “You’d better let go, or I can send you back to prison.” “Is that so? Let’s see if you can step on the Burts and send me to prison.” “The Burts?” Max frowned and asked, “You’re a Burt?” “That’s right. I’m Timothy Burt, the fourth son of the Burts. Remember, you and Ms. Wendell have broken up. Now that my brother is going after her, you’d better leave her alone and come at us directly. Otherwise, if Sis has a hard time, the Grays shouldn’t expect an easy time either.”