Collin Gage Novels & Stories

However, being a skillful conversationalist, Collin quickly directed the conversation to a more personal dialogue. Sitting at the table while waiting for their meals, Collin smiled, "How old are you?” She said, gazing at him directly Clearing his throat, smiling slightly. “I'm twenty-six years old. Now that you know I’m of legal age, what else would you like to know?”

She agreed by nodding as he continued to speak, "Is Michael Collins your Mate?" Her heart thundered within her chest; each racing beat of her heart increased as he uttered each word carefully. There was no point in denying the fact that their suspicions were indeed correct. "No." She was quick to answer, too quickly. And the guilt of lying to her Alpha ate at her like the insects eating the flesh of a rotting body that was buried six feet deep under the ground. Nodding, "Thank you, Miss Gage." He stood up, pushing the chair back as he manoeuvred himself out of it. And just like that, he left.

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

"She loves being used while you watch." Sterling didn't look away. He leaned forward, his eyes dark with a voyeuristic hunger. "Gage," he muttered. "She's thirsty." Gage stepped forward, unzipping his trousers. As he stepped into the light, even Hollis paused for a split second. The quiet assistant was surprisingly, monstrously well-endowed. Gage didn't say a word. He grabbed my hair, forcing my head back, and shoved himself past my lips. "Open that mouth, for me, yesss just like that," Gage whispered, his first words of the night.

He extended his arm to Ragnar, who took it in a firm handshake before pulling him in for a brotherly hug. “Hey, Ragnar, did you spy anything in the woods?” Collin asked. “Nothing at all. It’s all calm out there,” Ragnar said, plopping down on the ground beside him. “Have you heard back from your guy?” “Unfortunately, no. It’s been radio silence ever since the last time we met. I don’t know why he would go ghost like that,” Collin responded thoughtfully. “I just hope he hasn’t been caught,” Ragnar said. “We need his intel to make our move.”

I tore the photo instantly—no thought, no hesitation. Second photo: Connor Ivanov. Handsome, polished, with a reputation for charm and ruthlessness. I’ve heard whispers of his cruelty—smiling while orchestrating chaos. Third: Finneas Diaz. Quick-tempered, fiercely loyal to his own, and utterly unpredictable. His men would die for him without question, but the same loyalty could turn deadly if crossed. Fourth: Oscar Montoya. Older, experienced, cunning. Known for controlling underground gambling rings and shipping empires alike. Patience is his weapon, subtlety his armor.

I arranged a meeting with the Collins clan; I have my methods, and today, I will ensure that I get exactly what I need. As I step into the expansive foyer of the Collins estate, the air thickens with tension. I'm here to confront Gage Collins, the son who took over the family empire after his father suffered a debilitating stroke that left him confined to a wheelchair. The enormity of their legacy hangs heavily over them, but that won't save them now. “Steven,” he greets me with a hint of disdain. “What do you want? I’ve already told you I'm not interested in your offer; we’re committed to Rains Industries.”

Collin who had gotten tired and was waiting by the side, resting against the wall rushed forward as he heard his name being called. “Jace!” the shout cut through the air. Jace stopped., Collin pushed past the guards who tried to stop him and rushed at him. Slowly, Jace turned to him, his expression didn’t change. “What is it?” he asked flatly. Collin looked flummoxed at his calm front. “I told you “ he said, breathing a little harder from the rush. “I have something that could destroy you” Jace stared at him, then turned away. “Throw him out” he said calmly, continuing toward the car.