روايات وقصص ضمن Conrad Fisher

“This isn’t a scene. It’s my goddamn life. And I do not need you to tell me something that I am capable of doing.” His eyes flicked up to mine. Something shifted in them. Just a flicker. “Oh, yeah? And what is that?” “Running away from the hell that is building up for me to live in, to be obey, and to be used.” I said, and he chuckled. “And where do you think you’re going, exactly? Where do you think this river ends? Surely you know that there is a waterfall at the end of it?” He asked, putting the cigarette away. I glared at the smoke and he raised an eyebrow.

I just put the glass rim between my lips and sip while reconnecting the eye contact with Christopher. Even the drink’s taste escapes my taste buds. “You alone can be the therapy. What more do you need to say to heal a person?” Christopher mutters in his gaping voice as he balances on the counter as well. “How about you?” I ask. “I’m a hobby fisher.” Those came out randomly. Not what I expected to hear. Is there a thing as ‘a hobby fisher’? Scrutinizing his face, his expression doesn’t change. Not even a twitch. He’s not fucking joking.

he paused finding a new tone of voice, “I understand. I want you too. I have since the night we met. The connection I feel with you is indescribable. I have never felt like this before, but I don’t want to be the reason those scumbags go free.” Hearing his confession was like a weight was being lifted. It was not all in my head. I felt weak inside knowing he felt the same. I could feel tears filling my eyes, once more. “We can do this. The trial shouldn’t take too long with the evidence they have. It’s an open and shut case. We can sort whatever is between us once it is done. I’m not going anywhere.” He finished. I felt a tear escape. He moved my fist away from his chest and lifted his hand

He looked back up at Conrad in alarm, "Are you trying to tell me that my dad was your Hunter?" Conrad snickered. "Oh dear Lord, no boy; that would be entirely too cliché," he said, "No, your father was merely our contact with the local authorities, a position that was assumed by your friend; a Mister William Gurley who is a Lieutenant now, I believe." He flicked his finger over, indicating that James should flip the page, "Read on." When James rocked back in his chair, Conrad smiled again. "My Hunter was not your father, but your mother.

"Of course it is. You're the future of the Cunningham family. I've invested too much in you for you to waste it all chasing a ruined Lloyd out east. Instead of earning more merit and climbing through the ranks, you want to hunt down some washed-up heir like a common thug? You disappoint me, Conrad. Deeply." Conrad went silent for a moment, his jaw tight. Then, he said stubbornly, "Even if it disappoints you, I have to do it. This is my obsession, my demon. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't live in peace until I put an end to this. I have to kill Andrew. It's the only way I'll find peace inside."

"Fisher's family‌ funded his⁠ re-elec‍tion‌ c‍ampaign.⁠ Every legal, corporate, and political avenue h⁠as b⁠een completely bl‌ocke⁠d." Elias stood‍ frozen in the center of the‌ room. For four months, he had controlled every variab‍le. He had manipulated police repor⁠ts, bought cor⁠pora‌te boards, and held Lore‍i cap‍tive with precise, cold blackmail. Now, every weapon in his arsenal ha‌d s‍hattered a⁠gainst Fisher's Swiss-b‍a‌cked‌ wal‍l. Desperation‌, raw and‍ unholy⁠, clawed‍ throu‌gh his chest, b‍urning away the last re‍maining shreds of his refined composure.

He looked up at me with a look of pure, triumphant ownership, then slowly licked his lips, savoring every last bit of my flavor. "Better than whiskey," he whispered, his blue eyes dark with a promise of the destruction to come. "Now... I think before we see if you can handle the rest of me, I need to see what my annoying sons want." He looked toward the three shocked faces frozen by the door. "I'm just here to tell you I'm leaving early. I have a meeting with the Fishers across town," Conner said, though his eyes were glued to the spot where Preston's thumb was still buried deep in my asshole.

“Look at this news. Prime City’s Fisher family was a long-standing family in the city for over ten years. A family like this should at least have tens of billions in assets, right? Yet, in just the short span of one week, they’ve collapsed. Their assets have been divided and taken away by other large families, leaving them with nothing.” “And look at this news,” Helen continued. “The Fisher Group’s president, Gary Fisher, is out on the streets. He was once a prominent figure in Riverdale Province. Just earlier this year, I saw him on a financial program on television. Now, he’s been reduced to begging on the streets and is even a little crazy. He keeps calling out, ‘summers, summers’. Why do

"You shameless bastard. Come on, kill me if you must! I'll never sell my master out!" "Who do you think you are to speak to me like that, huh?" Conrad glowered at Felix. "You would have never become the head of the Chris family if that internal conflict hadn't happened! Fine! Since you won't tell me where Wilbur is, I'll kill you right now!" "Wait!"

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.