Clifford Vandercave Novels & Stories

I noticed him just took the roasted asparagus, potatoes, and the salad into his plate. “You’re vegan.” My words just slipped from my mouth naturally, and it surprised me a little bit. He offered a small smile and nodded. “Yeah. Since I’m, well...” He swallowed. “Sobered.” My mouth agape. Wow! I couldn’t even imagine him being drunk because he was physically fit. Was this why there was something in those eyes that I couldn’t pinpoint? Now, he completely intrigued me. Who is Clyve Clifford? I felt like I wanted to peel those layers on him, to get to know him better.

In Cliff's childhood, she had taught him to conceal his emotions. But Vanya's presence had changed him, making him emotionally unstable. Cliff had run away as a child too, but eventually returned—knowing that without the Todd family, he was nothing. Outside the Todd's residence, Elliot saw Cliff come out and was taken aback. "Alpha Cliff..." "Back to the company," Cliff ordered. "Okay," Elliot replied, escorting him to the car. Cliff said coldly, "Suppress all false rumors of Vanya's death circulating outside and intercept all invitations to her funeral."

He picked up his stuff from the countertop and got up. “Thanks for the heads up. I’ll find that fucker before he finds me,” Wade said and turned to the door. “I’ve got some intel. Arthur and Freddie are still alive,” Clifford abruptly revealed. Wade stopped in his tracks and turned back to Clifford who abandoned his seat and walked up to him. Wade eyed him for some answers. Clifford stood at a foot’s length from Wade. The noise and ruckus in the bar was nothing more than a faded echo to the half drunk cop. Wade still had his doubts.