Colt Hxh Novels & Stories

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.

“You came sore, fucked, soaked in each other’s cum. Good. That’s how I like my couples—already broken.” She stepped aside. And that’s when he walked in. He wasn’t just hot. He was dangerous. Sariah gasped. He was tall—cowboy tall. Broad shoulders. Dusty boots. Tan skin like sun-warmed whiskey. He wore nothing but jeans and a low-slung belt. His abs cut deep, a tattoo peeking from the edge of his waistband. His face was clean-shaven, sharp jaw, dark eyes that didn’t blink. “This is Colt,” Dr. Vale said. “He’s not here to watch.”

I even saw Kolten smirking and hardly chewing his gum while watching how Orion clenched his jaw. "Ziel Xeph Harris, one of the soccer players on our campus." Unlike any other guys, I could see a firm expression of this guy and seemed like he did not threaten and intimidated by their presence. I hardly closed my eyes as I saw Kolten taking some steps closer to us and I hastily faced him came into their midst just to loosen up the tension. I even felt how we successfully got the attention of some of the customers who were at their table.

Colt POV The SUV hasn’t stopped for hours but it finally does. A opens the back gate and he smiles at us both, “Anyone need a potty break?” He asks in baby talk. I stop my eyes from rolling and 2010 nods, “I do, sir.” A nods and 2010 comes closer to him and he unlocks his collar.

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."

“H-huh?” “Care to share what’s in that head of yours?” he asked in a low voice. Colt was lying flat on his abdomen. The size of the watchtower was not enough for his legs to extend and he had to lift them up. There was a gap enough for the muzzle to stick out, but he seemed comfortable though. “Nothing.” He was looking through the scope, watching across the distance, then he spoke, “Seen anything unusual?” “I got a good sight, but I couldn’t see anything other than leaves swaying in the wind.” I chuckled.