Craig Tucker Novels & Stories

Off his leash and off his meds, apparently. I slammed my locker shut. Then I heard it. "Oh, it's the Milkman!" Craig bellowed down the hall to draw attention. "Why haven't you covered up that eye so you stop freaking people out? Do you even need it? Can I knock it out?" Ignore him. Just ignore him. "Shouldn't you be shooting up somewhere, you steroid cow?" I hissed, louder than I meant to. "Get fucked, Craig!" He grinned wide. "Aw, Milky, I didn't know you played for the other team now. Is you following Victor around starting to change you?"

Michael's fingers involuntarily tightened on his mug, his inside was in disarray but he tried his best not to let it show on his face or reaction, he brought his mug to his lips and sipped "still the same guy?" "Yes." "Who do you say he is again?" Michael feigned nonchalance but he was really dying to know and he hate it. "His name is Craig Newton, age 29, divorced, father of one. The CEO of Mantis, came to LA for a business deal with the Caritas" Gary tabled out.

I grabbed the weight bar from him and set it back in its resting place. Tuck sat up and looked at me with an irritated and frustrated expression. He shook his head then moved to another bench as I followed. Tucker Reese also known as Tuck was my best friend, even though when I first arrived he wasn’t one of the friendliest guys on the team. In fact, it took him a while to warm up to me, but now we’re tighter than brothers.

We needed answers. "That was Mr. Dechart and his men. He's a billionaire who is involved in criminal activities. I owe him $100,000 but I don't have the money." Questions came to me at once. Why was dad involved with this man? Who was he? Why was he doing this? "How did you get involved with him?" Hunter asked and we sat down in the chairs facing dad.

Craig offered, drawing Antoine’s attention to himself. "Who the fuck are you?" Antoine demanded, going on defense. "I’m Craig Hamilton." Craig began, holding up his hands in an I’m innocent gesture. "I don’t give a damn about what your name is." Antoine snapped, stepping between Craig and me. I want to know what the hell you are!" "I’m a hunter." Craig responded slowly. "Hunter?" Antoine repeated. "I thought hunters were all disbanded a long time ago." "They were." Craig agreed. "However, I’m not from your time."

He growled. “Are you kidding me? I would walk down the street covered in bruises, people saw me, but no one gave a shit. I’m not even sure the Alpha knew I existed.” I sighed, suddenly exhausted from offloading my childhood trauma before 8am. “Look, I’ve been dealt a shit hand, but I’ve managed it. Does all of that satisfy you? Is my background officially checked?” Julius stepped towards me, his hand reaching up to hold the back of my head, intertwining with my hair as he softly tilted my face towards his.

Seated, shirt rolled to the elbow, Craig felt a prick on the inside of his forearm, as painless as the wide-hipped, dour-faced nurse had promised. As Dr. Jeffers entered and the nurse exited, Craig felt many emotions and surprisingly, one was pride. Finally, he was doing something for Buddy. He may not believe Pop’s hoodoo, but it felt good to give back to his brother. Dr. Jeffers checked the IV lines and smiled. “This is a good thing you’re doing. Not many people would sacrifice so much.” Craig offered Dr. Jeffers a smile in return. “It’s only a few pints. Haven’t given to the Red Cross lately. Got some karma to redeem.”

Tan left while Morena sat, thinking about Tanya. * * Craig sat in his inner room with his best friend who's another master in a different group - Redd. He's master Dean. There were tobacco pipes and drinks on the table as they talked. "What are you gonna do about what we discussed last meeting?" Dean asked, sipping graciously from his drink. "What do you want me to do?" Craig returned. "I think you should consider it,Craig. I've gotten new equipments for my group already. I think you should do that too. We really need this excursion day,you know. We don't need to make the academy all bored."

"Sierra belongs to me, Drake. Don't you dare come near her." A smirk played upon his face as he found himself sprawled on the ground, defeated. Without further delay, I climbed into my car and drove off, leaving him behind.

“I have been looking all over for you. Where have you been?” “Uh…I went to get some fresh air” The Red Moon pack's Alpha Mateo, mounted the stage, his voice boomed over the loudspeakers, interrupting our conversation. He was a tall man in his mid sixties. One look at him and you could tell he was breath-takingly attractive in his prime.