Curtis Zastoupil Novels & Stories

Ty cuts in before he can respond, “So you're saying Uncle Zach not only knows the creature, but he has seen it in action?” Yes,” Curtis nods. “Then why isn't he saying anything?” Maybe because he's weird, that's why, Ty thought. Then Curtis says, “He might be protecting him. It.” “Careful, Curt!” “I know what I saw, Alpha. He's either protecting the demon, or that thing is too powerful for him, too. He doesn't want anyone to know that he knows.” “Too powerful? You just said he stopped the attack!”

He said, and they ended the call. “Bullshit!!” Mr Curtis screeched loudly. As he slowly recalled previous encounters with Christian and how keenly he was interested in working with him, he was finally connecting the dots. “Bloody bastard, he did all this so that he could give power to Jake so that he could stand against me.” He was seething in pure anger, curing his senses for not deciphering Christian’s plan. The next moment, his phone started ringing again, and it was Patrick this time.

“How about me?” “What can I get from this games?” Dante sighed, moving himself away from the desk to his seat after getting those questions coming. “Should I tell your dad that you have impregnated a pole dancer, a daughter of a pimp?” He stared at Curtis, then smirking widely. “Will your dad respect for you again? The worst you can lose everything you have right now. How about your Grandpa?” Dante saw Curtis changing his expression, the man’s eyes were squinted looking at him. He knew Curtis was considering his dilemma, pushed to decided wisely. Curtis was only a step grandson of Louis Philippe, the old billionaire who owned several enterprises.