Curtis Zastoupil Novels & Stories

I wasn’t sure if he’d already known or why he would put her off now but it continued to anger me and also concern me that Curtis knew the gig was up. It was getting late and I was glad when I saw Russ standing outside the back door. Jason tried to follow me but I asked him to let me find out first as he was already angry enough. “Russ, what do you know?” “Mr. Blake, Curtis had been with a woman before he met Susan. Her name was Candy Zulsiki and she was known on the streets for doing anything for a buck if you know what I mean”. Russ showed me a picture she was a pretty Burnette with a nice slim frame but you could see by her face she’d seen way more than she should of at some point and had

They were still navigating what the relationship looked like, with him being our active Beta and her just stepping into the Alpha position. Zac had given him full permission to leave, even letting him pick his predecessor. He said he'd consider it when things quieted down around the pack. I think he harbored guilt for being here taking care of the pack when Tate got killed, and Tate and Grayson were pretty good friends as well. I know Zac plans to talk to him about it again, urging him to train Connor and get on to living his own happily ever after. I had loved Grayson being the Beta and Zac's friends, but I'd be lying if I wouldn't love for Connor and Audire to live on our floor.

"Tonight, I want us to explore the concept of unfinished business. The things we carry because we cannot find resolution." Curtis lifted his head. "I want to talk." Everyone looked at him. "Curtis," Dr. Chen said warmly. "Of course. Please share." Curtis's hands clenched in his lap. His breathing was uneven. For a long moment, Elijah thought he might change his mind. Then Curtis spoke. "My son was seventeen when he died. Daniel. Danny." Curtis's voice cracked on the name. "He was home alone. I had gone to the store. My wife was at work. Someone broke in."

Curtis stared at Gallow until the man looked away. “I feel awesome, thanks for asking. Better than I’ve felt in years,” said Curtis to the room. “Now, Roo, get your big-ass truck goin’. We’re doin’ an airport run.”

SHELBY POV I have been working both jobs for four weeks now, and the pay is excellent. All the tips I make go into my brand new savings account, and I already have $900. Nothing else has changed. Curt still comes in every night to buy beer. He does shoot me a smile every time now, but nothing else. He seems to be getting worse. He hasn't shaved in who knows how long, and he looks tired. So very tired. It breaks my heart to see a guy like him so broken.

Yes, Curtis has absolutely no sense of humility, and empathy is a word that is strange in his world but if there is one person Curtis would never betray, it is the Don and even the Don knows that. Before everything happened, I had it in mind that if one day, I took over when the Don steps down, I’m going to dispose off Curtis because I know he can never be loyal to me and I can never trust him. He will only be a thorn in my flesh but then who knew that day will never come.

Curtis’s voice trembled in excitement. At this moment, Curtis felt both awe and gratitude. It was truly a huge honor to receive the mysterious and powerful master of Star Tower’s trust and be given such an important responsibility! He also knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. If he helped Dustin succeed, the Swansong Group would experience huge growth and success. Thinking of this, he silently vowed to give his best and not let Dustin down. When the rest of the Swansong Group heard this, they would feel just as excited as he did. After all, Dustin’s words carried great weight.

Curtis had originally planned to give Shawn something in return, but unfortunately, Curtis had had a fallout with the Wade family, and he had left Eastcliff with his wife and child not long after that. Just when Shawn had been thinking of looking for an opportunity to catch up with Curtis, he had heard the news of Curtis’s death. Shawn’s first thought at that time was that he had lost a lot. He had made concessions to Janus not because of Curtis’s great reputation, but because he had wanted to gain long-term benefits from Curtis. However, he had not managed to get any benefits at all, and Curtis and his wife were already killed. This was really equivalent to him trying to gain an advantage o

There was nothing to be nervous about. "Let's get you another one of those," the Hispanic man said and signaled to the bartender. We began chatting as I sipped on another glass of alcohol. The man sitting on my left was a tall, thin black man named Curtis. He had gone to Columbia and was now an accountant by day. He was clearly very intelligent and witty, and confident in himself. On my right was Greg, who had gone to BYU as a baseball player and become a Mormon missionary before leaving and finding a new life as a high-school gym teacher. He had dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes. He was the shortest of the group, and also probably the most reserved.

She was even familiar with some of them. Curtis stood next to her. "I know some of them. They used to frequent Emerald Group's shooting range in the past. They're not as good as me." Gwen looked at him. "Are you praising yourself?" Curtis felt a little indignant. He thumped his chest. "I was once a shooting champion. Can't I praise myself?" He was more than 6 feet tall, but he was huffing like a petulant child at that moment. It was somehow quite adorable.