Collin Gage Novels & Stories

I hit the table in front of him hard which made him jump from his chair. I will give you one minute, to tell the truth otherwise your death will be slow and painful but if you comply, it will be quick. "it was Colin Anthonio, he offered me money and the girl as a price, please forgive me" where is Collins now? "he is in Mexico". I wasted no time after knowing where he is hiding, I took out my gun with a silencer attached to it and shot him in the head.

Gage tried to push himself up from his chair, his voice trembling violently as his hands shook against the edge of the table. “Look, man, it is just a human stray. Why do you care, the whole pack is talking about it, Twyla said,” Gage stammered, trying to find his courage. I moved so fast that the human eye could not have even traced the blur of my movement. I reached out with my left hand, wrapping my fingers tightly around the front of Gage’s shirt. I lifted his body completely into the air with zero effort, throwing him backward and slamming his face first into the thick wooden pillar behind the table. The solid wood cracked loudly under the impact. Gage dropped to the floor like a sack o

I said, offering the phone. That caught him off guard. He hadn’t told me his name, and here I was using it. He hesitantly took the phone from me. “Hello…” he greeted uncertainty. “Delaney, don’t you have a job to do? Didn’t I give you orders to scout the area we think Siegfried is?” Logan questioned. Okay, that’s a perk of being a werewolf. I can hear phone conversations now. Colby’s face paled as he looked at me.

'Collins Penta, CEO of Rush Luxury had arrived in New York City for a meeting' Everyone knows Collins as a big billionaire but not many knew that he was Greg's brother. An evil smile filled my face because of an idea. Maybe I could get back at Greg with Collins. It will be the perfect sweet revenge.

"A merchant named Collin who handles money transfers discreetly. He kept records of everything. He is very careful that way because he does not want to be the one who takes the blame if things go wrong." "Where do I find this Collin" I asked. "He has a business on the main trade road in Aldenmoor" she said. "Eastern city. You cannot miss it." I stood up and called the guard. "Give her better food and a blanket" I told him. "And take her off the isolation roster." The guard looked surprised but nodded and I left. I went straight to Lira and gave her all the names. She already had Vance and two others in custody. The new names meant we had a clearer picture now of exactly how many people had f

Their place is just a bit bigger than mine due to the second bedroom, but it’s pretty much a mirror of mine. “There she is! Come on over, Ella, and I’ll introduce you to these assholes.” Gabe jokes as he points to two other guys. “Hey, Gabe, how are you doing?” I ask politely. “Better, now that you actually showed up,” He winks at me and then turns to his friends, “This here is Deke,” he points to the guy with dark brown hair and brown eyes, not a bad looking guy, but really not my type. Gabe then moves to the other guy, “this is Collin, he’s the brains of our threesome.” The Collin guy rolls his eyes and smiles shyly at me as he says ‘hi’. He’s got brownish-red hair, a little on the longer

Not from the burns or from the current presence of the stitches, but from the dread coiled around my midsection, sinking its claws into my gut, a noose tightening around my throat. My righthand man, Collin, was positioned next to the bed, his shadow stretching across the glossy floorboards. His grizzled face was grim, his dark eyes darting between me and the screen, where the anchor sounded off on Maggie’s murder — #MaggieMassacre trending on X, videos all over the web. “What do we do now?” he said, his voice low and vigilante, and I heard a concern, a wariness, as if the walls of the safehouse here, which is hidden in the hills outside San Francisco, might hear.

He quickly told her. "Rig and Detective Won? Why? What's happening?" Gia starting to wail and kicks her legs. Collin let go of her and took something from the bottom of his drawer, placing it at his waistband, covering it with his shirt. "Collin, what is that?" She asked him, placing Gia down on their bed, barricading her with loads of pillows around her. She took a bottle of milk and gave it to Gia.

Collin was already well familiar with all of Jaden’s habits, and seeing him there now made him feel more at ease. Collin stood blocking the door. “Just now you acted like you didn’t recognize me. And now suddenly you know I’m Collin of Hurricane Media? You’re even dumber than I thought. Did Michael send you to discuss cooperation with Uncle Mason because you’re dumb enough for the job?” “You!” Collin’s tongue had never spared anyone, no matter who they were. The company’s senior executives were used to it, and even the Phillips family was used to it—but this man clearly wasn’t.

Brad then looked at the fresh bandage on his arm and said wickedly, “That little beast just chopped off my arm.” At this moment, a Gilligan subordinate came in and announced, “Sir, we found him. The person who killed Mr. Jerry is Chase Collins, and he’s from South River City. He’s also known as Master Collins. He’s an ancient martial artist and extremely skilled at martial arts.” That person paused in hesitation before continuing, “I heard that Master Collins might be a…” “A what?” James roared. “A true master of martial arts!” After he said that, James' and Brad’s faces fell.