Company Commander Book Novels & Stories

he tells me. My entire being shakes with hopeful excitement. Standing up I slam my hands against his desk. Gregory’s eyes widen at my sudden move, but a small smile soon appears in his face. "This means we need to find the commander! He most likely knew what was going on,” I shout in excitement. Gregory waves a hand at home willing me to settle down. Calming myself, I slump back into the chair, "What is the commander's name?" "His name is Ian Williams," Gregory says flipping through the book. "Ian is still living in the city, we just need to contact him."

Andrew had not dared to mention the general's son. It wasn't that he didn't care about Riley. He just hoped that Greg Sehel could find their general's son safely soon. "General, what about their commanders? They're confusing us by not placing the commanders in their main headquarters," Andrew asked confused. William smiled, "They still use the same methods as in the past." Andrew frowned, "What do you mean, General?" "In the past ... they did place commanders at various points, but not in the main sections. They wanted to confuse us with a map of the distribution of commanders who obviously had far greater abilities than ordinary soldiers," William said.

But Lucy had possibilities. The command and services company, which included the headquarters staff, medical personnel, and supply folks, was under the command of Captain Anderson Cara, a bookish-looking man, who seldom spoke or smiled. His file, which portrayed the legionnaire as efficient but not especially distinguished, had little more to say. A mystery wrapped in an enigma. Asset or liability? The next few months would tell.

July's frigid tone broke me out of my thoughts. Looking up, I found her staring daggers at me. Her controlling behavior enraged me like nothing else… Her authoritativeness and obsession to control came from a place of power. Her father Mr. Coopingar controlled half of Las Vegas. I made a deal with the devil. He was the Demon king of Las Vegas and the leader of Barrio 12 Gang. A drug Lord.

Taking daddy’s command. Chapter 27. Author’s Pov. Amelia stared at Maximo as he drove them down to the mall. “Be my lady.” he stepped out and opened the door for her, she flashed him a smile and muttered while stepping out. “You sure know how to make me feel like a princess.” “Wrong choice of words pretty. You are not my princess. You are my queen.” Amelia bit on her lower lips and smiled softly. She took his hand and he shut the door walking them into the mall.

I stole glances at him, trying to reconcile the man in front of me with the torrent of chaos inside my chest. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t react to my tears, my shaking hands, my disheveled clothes. He didn’t even glance at me once. He simply drove, steady and controlled, following his duty to the core. Yet somehow, even in his silence, I felt seen, scrutinized, almost, by the intensity of his presence, by the meticulous precision in every motion he made. I could sense his awareness, not invasive but vigilant, as if he had cataloged my state and silently judged what needed tending.

Where they'd decided to hunt wolves for generations. The commander gestured to a chair. "Sit." I sat, hands folded to hide their trembling. Cole was placed across from me. Our eyes met in shared understanding. The commander settled at the head of the table, flanked by two officers—a sharp-eyed woman and a younger man with rigid bearing. "I am Commander Garrett. Second in command of the Order. These are Captain Reyna and Lieutenant Marks." I nodded to each. Garrett was neutral. Reyna skeptical but open. Marks openly hostile.