Colten Gunn Novels & Stories

the man muttered. Colton walked to the ground demarcation, stopped beside Lora, pointed his revolver at the target, and fired. He fired six times in a row, and they all hit the red part of the target. Ever since he'd been a Marine on some missions out of the country years before, the man had been known to be a good marksman. - "Don't worry. I'm not trying to steal your job" Lora joked. - "Talk less and shoot more. We're not leaving here until you're able to keep silent"

What I wasn't prepared for was to walk in on Colton and this man staring with guns up to each other. "YOU KILLED THEM!" The man screamed as him and Colton stood on the deck together."YOU PUSHED YOUR SON IN FRONT OF YOU PUAL!" Colton said back keeping his gun at him."Gavin was my best friend and you pushed him in front of you when I pulled the trigger." Colton continued."COLTON!" I screamed making them both notice me.

The honesty startled me enough that I turned fully toward him. “It was one of the men,” he added. “He swung the butt of his gun.” My breath caught. And there it was again, no pretty lie or effort to soften reality for me. Just truth placed carefully in my hands. “Did you?” I swallowed. “Did you report that?” Colton’s eyes stayed on the road. “No.” “Why?” His jaw flexed. “Because it wouldn’t matter.” Anger swelled within me. At the whole stupid, broken shape of Moonbrook. At how people could walk into the woods with silver and guns and still expect the law to shrug politely.

"Take it easy, Tina, he happens to come from the premier family in these parts, and his dad's the head of Greenville General." He owns his own business here making custom bikes...he's just a nice kid, Tina. Now keep in mind this is Kat's choice, and I didn't see her, but she left me a note saying where she was gonna be, and I gotta tell ya, I saw those two together and they're the real deal. The way this guy spoke to me, well, he means business. I have to say I don't think she could be in better hands." "Well I need to know more about this Colton. What's his last name?"

I turned slowly. He stood at the threshold - Colton, one of Damien’s most trusted security men. Always polite. Always quiet. But today, his eyes were flat, devoid of the usual warmth. And in his gloved hands was a silenced pistol. “Don’t scream,” he said calmly. I didn’t. I rose to my feet slowly, every muscle in my body coiled tight. “You don’t have to do this.” “You don’t know what I have to do,” Colton replied. “You weren’t supposed to be here. You were supposed to stay gone.”

“What do you think Nox is going to do?” “No idea. I just remembered Colt had a friend growing up and his mom had mated with someone from Anthony’s pack and so they moved. His biological dad died in a battle. Maybe he would be able to provide us with some inside information that could help us.” “If we are going to follow Gunther and do our own thing, we will need to figure out what we are going to do with Adalynn and I don’t want to be gone for more than a few days at a time.”

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

“Yo, Colton. That’s just pop, right?” I recognized the man as being a groomsman. There’d been two—the wedding pamphlet had named them Noel Gamble and Oren Tenning. Since this guy looked Brandt-ish, I figured he was Noel, which would make him Colton’s big brother. Lifting his cup as if in cheers, Colton answered, “Of course.” I glanced at him, frowning slightly and trying to remember what he’d ordered for himself. Had it only been cola? I wasn’t sure.

There is no running from here, Colton. ___

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.