Clayton Carmine Novels & Stories

I called back. Clayton Black is our Gamma. He is about 6'3" and very slim. The man is built for speed. He is known to be the fastest in the pack. He is even a monster on the battlefield. All his blows are quick and precise. He has trained with me quite a few times and has always been kind to me. I dash from the mud room to him and ask what is happening and where my family is.

I have done arrangments, no one can get her in my absence” “You can't do that Liam, I will find her soon,” Clayton snapped “Clayton, you know me better than anyone. I never give fake threats,” Liam said. “You psychopath, I will tell you everything Mr. Smith has planned for you, and in return, you give me Amber back,” Clayton yelled in anger. He was desperate to get his daughter back. He knew Liam's anger and his psychopathic nature. He saw how he tortured people. “Ohhh, something interesting,” Liam said smirking, and he added” You want to cheat on your boss? "

“Clayton and Nicole have joined hands to harm me. Clayton, that ingrate! He’s really a son of a b*tch! Get him to come over!” “Nicole should go to hell! Let me out! I’ll kill her!” “Do you think I’ve lost? I won’t lose! Sloan Corporation can only be mine! It’s mine alone!” “......” Clayton lit a cigarette outside and smoked half of it before gently tossing it aside and crushing it with the tip of his shoe.

A few heartbeats later, the chauffeur opened my door, but it was Dontrell who reached in, his strong fingers curling around my hand as he helped me down. The moment my feet touched the ground, Clayton emerged from the sleek, jet-black Maserati parked ahead. He moved with that same arrogant stride, owning every inch of space between us. Clayton Blade. The man I despised more than anyone in this place, yet somehow, tonight, he looked… Alluring. Infuriatingly so. His dark brown hair, styled in a sharp fade, gleamed under the golden lights. The crisp undercut only added to his ruthless presence. Hazel-green eyes, cold and amused, locked onto me—like he was already winning whatever game this was.

Sonya opened the conversation, she paused to find the retort of Clayton who seemed enjoying his vanilla ice cream. Clayton stopped spooning a bite of ice cream. He didn’t say anything but he turned his eyes again on his ice cream bowl after staring at Sonya. “I think he is a descendant of the Cardinal!” Sonya continued to tell him about Richard but Clayton only smirked as he responded to it. “Do you want to know him more?” Then, without any previous signs, Clayton snipped Sonya’s story with that question. “He seems nice and humble!” Sonya cleared her throat and took some sips of water.

"I'd like to say I'm gutted at losing, but that was impressive so I don't even care that I'm buying." "I told you." Cain drops his arm around my shoulders and smiles smugly at her. After being thoroughly congratulated by everyone, he tells them to go shower and dress so Cally can pay up already, then he leans over and nuzzles me. "I'm so fucking hard for you right now. Have you got the energy for me?"

I didn’t want to worry her further. “Okay, don’t worry. Just like I said, we have time to clear this up. Yesterday, around noon, my trusted cardiologist had a not-so-pleasant appointment with none other than Zack Barnett,” As soon as I heard his name, my blood was already boiling in my veins and I could barely keep my composure, given where I was. “Are you sure it was Barnett?” I asked anyway, knowing that Declan hadn’t interacted with him and basically didn’t know him.

Caleb finalised the meeting, standing up to signify the end to it. Toby knew it was going to be short, but this seemed shorter than he thought it'd be. Maybe because Caleb ended on a slight lie. Lamarie did have allies but they were nations similar to itself with no real army. It'd be selfish to ask them for help and Caleb knew that. Toby could only assume he was saying that to try and throw Jon off. Hopefully it was working. "I look forward to hearing from you about your help" Jon mocked cockily. Like he knew that Lamarie didn't actually have anyone who would help them and be able to stand a chance against both Rika and Katra.

She shows the valet a picture of Clyde. "Yeah, and that one next to him was the one who followed them in one of the cars," The valet nods. "I was afraid so," Diana murmurs. "Clyde Sanguinite," her voice is hard. "The oldest son of the Beruth Sanguinite, the Leader of the Nelo Clan. He was the one we've been looking at as the mastermind behind the drug cartel." "Y-You sure?" It's easier to speak now. Diana nods.

Carlos asked shakily but he didn't wait for Mattia to reply before he continues " Maximo Santino is a wanted criminal in every countries. You can't include him in this ... " " And who else is more competent? " Mattia yell suddenly, jolting the two other men. He sighed roughly as he pulled off his glasses before he continues smoothly as if he never yelled out. " Konstantin Dmitri is a Russian Mafia Boss, what is wrong in it if I call in the sadistic Italian Mafia Boss into this? Do you both have any other options? " Minutes passes slowly without Mattia getting any response. He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table.