Novel & Cerita Clayton Carmine

Kyaria replies quietly. Wait, she is not a model. She didn’t even want this job but did it as a favor for her friend. I look at her and I can see the nervous look on her face. “Do you know who I am?” I ask. “You are Jaidyn Matthews, and you are Crazy’s lead guitarist.” She answers. “Before yesterday I had no idea who any of you were. I knew who the band was and your music but not what any of you guys looked like.” She says.

Mallory’s voice softened for a moment, before he continued, “He’s not someone you want to mess with. Trust me.” Her heart skipped a beat. Kaelen Blackwood. The name was like a shadow, lingering in the back of her mind. A legendary detective in their precinct, known for his sharp instincts and cold demeanor. He was a mystery in his own right—some said he was haunted by his past, others claimed he had a sixth sense for solving cases. No one knew for sure, and few dared to ask. “Fine,” Lysandra muttered, already standing. “I’ll be there.”

The last thing that I needed was to give into my anger while drunk. “How are things going here?” I asked, noticing that despite it being evening, the place was empty. That wasn’t like the place, especially on weekends. “Not so well lately, I don’t know if you heard, but Lorenzo De Mori decided to open a club across from us. The girls are Italians, and most are seductresses by nature. I believe that some are even slaves, but there is no hundred percent guarantee to that.” I shook my head, already knowing that he would be doing something like this. There was no opening a club without having him as a challenge. To say the least, he always knew how and when to tick my buttons.

Carter. *************************************************

I scrolled through my contacts and dialed his number. Clayton had been my private investigator for years, a former CIA operative with deep-rooted connections in intelligence and law enforcement. He was the kind of man who could dig up a person’s deepest secrets, leaving no stone unturned. If there was something to be found, he’d find it. The line rang twice before a gruff yet familiar voice answered. "Storm." "Clayton," I said, gripping the phone tighter. "I have a job for you." He let out a small chuckle. "When do you not? What’s the assignment?"

He was standing beside Lily as he talked to Master Springsteen. The two of them looked good beside each other. Sylvia immediately withdrew her gaze. Everyone knew she was Odell’s ex-wife, so if she was overly concerned about his arrival, it would definitely attract unwanted attention. At the same time, another group of guests cheered loudly. Christopher came over and said to Sylvia and Simon with a wide grin, “Sylvia, Simon, Mr. Carmine is doing a live demonstration and he would like you to critique it.” Mr. Carmine was a well-known collector in Westchester. He used to produce his own works of art when he was younger but had been unable to gather enough attention to become famous.

“He’s very nice, that's it. And I’m going there to work, not have fun.” My gaze landed on Carmen. She’d come to collect a file. Now I wished I’d insisted she leave after getting it. Hera leaned forward, verily interested. “Tell me more about this Clayton guy.” “The COO,” Carmen purred, leaning against the door frame. “Super cool. Hot guy. Always brings her coffee. And I mean — the exact order. Like he’s got it written down somewhere.” “Oh really?” Hera drawled, giving me a teasing look.

"Yet I do not want him to die of starvation. I really want him to make an earnest living." Carmen was beginning to be irritated. "I think you should give him the job you think he deserves." "Oh I know. He will help me write with the things I need done. He will be my assistant." "But he will be next to you the entire day,won't that bother you? Remember he wanted to blame you for his crimes." Said Carmen. "No he won't bother me. He is still family and I need his input in a lot of thing's. I do admit I was shaken when he wanted to blame me for his evil deeds but I cannot despise him for that. Every one of us has a flaw "

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."