Novel & Cerita Colt Hxh

“how much do I have to pay for damage control?” Coming from money meant I could get away from any situation at all no matter how big it was. Once again I’ll be getting away from trouble, this was one of the only times I appreciate the fact that my folks had a lot of cash. The old fool might have demanded for a sum of five hundred thousand for ‘damage control’ but my brother dear doubled the price just to show off. “hey honey,” Bethany wrapped her arms around Caleb the instant we walked into the house. “hey,” I watched as Caleb returned her hug affectionately and dipped his nose into her hair. Too tired to throw a comment I make my way upstairs.

While Xander was in a bad mood and almost mourning not being able to freely communicate with Lee, another man was having the time of his life laughing at the highlights on the news. Smoke filled the room as he blew the smoke remnant from his cigarette into the air making ring patterns in the process. He twirled in his chair laughing like a maniac who had just escaped from a metal asylum. This was no other than Dax. The number one rival of Alexander. He hated anything and everything good about Xander. If he couldn't steal it or acquire it by force then he would try to make it appear bad in the eyes of the public. Despite being a petty man, he was a good businessman who was a real devil when

The cut was black leather in color with the white stitched patches which included the gang's name itself in full view as it draped along the chair. The emblem of a vicious howling black wolf with white eyes and snarling teeth bordered around a bright white moon with the name HOWLER MC. written in stitch form around the visual. The bearded man glanced at his cut and continued to make his way toward the brightly lit bathroom as the sun had burst through the small window above the shower and illuminated the entire room causing him to wince from the view once he stepped inside while his eyes adjusted to his newly lit surroundings.

Seriously, might I add. I rolled my eyes. "Can you just hug me, you dramatic man?" He chuckled before opening his arms. "Come here, pumpkin! I stepped into the hug and was immediately engulfed by his caffeinated scent. While he sprays on a Hugo Boss cologne, he drinks so much coffee that the two scents always seem to fuse into one, making his own personal scent.

Reaching out to the tumbler which contained Tequila Slammer, Baron chugged down the liquid and slightly scrunched his nose when it burned the back of his throat. Dropping the cue stick on the table, he slid his left hand into the pocket of his knee length pants while his right hand twirled the tumbler. He was shirtless and a part of his tattoos which were colored gleamed under the lights. He downed the liquor again as he stared into oblivion. Different thoughts rummaged through his mind. The past few months in X-habit had been bloody. Some unknown gunmen of an unknown rival gang had attacked them twice and they had lost a few of their men.

At the same time, I remove my gun from the holster at my back. "Ready?" I ask, directing the light's beam in front of me and flashing it into the blackness ahead. "No, but let's do this shit anyway," Roberto mutters, dropping the sledgehammer and reaching for his gun. "We got your back," Connor assures me. "Just look for those markers you mentioned." "On it," I murmur and step into the musty tunnel.

I guess when someone shops for you with no budget, some damn good outfits come out of it. I walk out and see Colt in some black dress pants and a gray dress shirt with the top button open and sleeves rolled up to his elbows. A classic silver watch on his wrist. Simple, but oh so fucking sexy. “Ready to go?” I ask, greeting him with a smile and a quick hug. “With you, of course,” he responds smoothly, making my heart skip a beat. Goddess damn you, Colt. -----

Every time Nikolai texted an update about Rhett, Declan's whole body went tense until he read the words breathing, eating, running on the beach. Colt unscrewed the bottle and took a swig before passing it to Declan. "Hair of the dog that bit you, my friend." Declan drank deeply and coughed. "That is disgusting." "And yet you will finish it," Colt said cheerfully. Killian gave up and took the bottle when it came to him. The liquor burned sweet and chemical all the way down. He made a face. "We are definitely not serving this at the party." "Obviously," Colt said. "The party gets the good whiskey. This is for moral support."

My wolf was growing restless; rain or shine, I wanted to be outside. After making a list of necessities that I’d bring in a backpack, Colt helped me figure out how to get the items. A paper road map of Coloradoa cheap rain jacket from a gas station in Dalesbloom, a bag of deer jerky Colt would put together ‘for a packmate’, an extra sweater—his. “I saw the gun on Catrina’s waist,” I pointed out. “Where’d she get it?”

He was still chuckling as he left the library with his guards. Colt pulled his phone and dialled Matteo's line. "What's crashing, my wild card?" Matteo's grainy voice hit the phone. "You know what you did. Am I a commodity to you?" Colt said, his voice not dropping. "Oh...." Matteo sounded. "The deal with FIRI? But it's just two hours, Colt. You can just follow Harish for the comeback,and I promise to give you a day break from the garage." "I'm not gonna go for the comebackFind yourself a new commodity," Colt declared and hung up.