Colten Gunn Novels & Stories

Stevens stood from the chair and Colton shook his head. "No" He argued. "No, i didn't—i swear to God i didn't shoot anyone. I don't know what you're taking about" Colton raised his voice, anger teething in his eyes and Stevens threw him one last glare. "I'll let the judge decide that" He replied coldly as he made his way out of the doors. Colton rammed his hands into the desk before he was restrained by the guards nearby. "I'm innocent" His hoarse voice echoed through the walls.

Picking up the remote, he turned the TV on and let the news play in the background as he worked. As soon as the TV was on, Dean was faced with a familiar face. The remote dropped from his hand from sheer shock, and he sat down listening to the news reporter as he spoke. “Today, the CEO of the tech company, Mark Colt decided to turn himself in. This young man had been wanted for over two months now and had erased his presence. In the recent kidnapping of the son of Nadia Rowell, Mark Colt played a major role in helping the family recover their son and was injured protecting the mother from a stray bullet.

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

“Colton.” “Yes?” I looked at the signage of the brand-new building located in Uptown Caveat City, gleaming under the winter sun. “Why didn’t you tell me that you were participating in a drug trial conducted by Kennedy Consolidated?” Slowly, Colton turned to look at me. He looked positively adorable in his bright green colored puffy jacket, thick black scarf, and black beanie with a little puff ball on top. Apparently, Colton was not built for the snow, which was a surprise, given how he originated from Minnesota, of all places.

I say before getting out of the car. I take a deep breath and strut toward the entrance. But then the large door opens and Knox alongside Colton stride out. I stared. He's in all black, Tattoos slightly visible, looking nothing short of a front cover mafia model. His eyes narrow, intense in that way it always does when he sees me. “Jenaya,” Colton calls, breaking off the spell. I shift my gaze from Knox and offer a faint smile. “Hi,” But then, he freezes.