Cyrus Petrillo Novels & Stories

Which meant he could not afford to fight the entire neighborhood at once. While Zoey continued massaging his legs, Cyrus opened the friend request tab. His notifications sat at 99+. He had ignored them since most came from people begging for supplies. He opened the list. The first request came from the Aserem Group's CEO, Lyla Colwill. Her profile photo looked exactly as he expected: a fitted blazer, a white shirt, folded arms, a dramatic smile. It was the standard businesswoman portrait. As he prepared to accept it, another profile picture caught his eye. It looked familiar. Most corporate employees used real photos as avatars.

I nodded and bowed feeling so embarrassed. "I welcome you all to my Kingdom, I am pleased to have you all here," his slick yet raspy voice went deep inside me, emanating shivers on my back. He got a powerful aura around. I have heard this voice before. This same voice called me stupid before stealing my first kiss. "We are pleased to meet you, Alpha," my father said. "Your name is Killian, right?" Alexandro strides to my father. "Yes, I served your father," "Yes, I heard about you," Alexandro bowed to give my father the respect he deserved, and my father was surprised by that gesture.

I groan “ Ooo someones really grumpy today.” Ryan adds catching up to us “ What were you doing? You got out of the car first?” Creed questioned punching him in the arm “ I had to pee if you must know. What are we doing going down the basement?” He said rubbing his arm “ The boss failed to inform us that we caught a rogue while we were gone. And now we are on our way to beat info out of him.” Creed explains hopping down the stairs “ Creed one more smart ass remark and you’ll be joining him”

She wrote: "Looks like a good thing to me. So you've hooked the fish, huh?" The rest of the article reads as follows: *"Nathan Ryan, CEO of Ryan Enterprises Holdings and one of New York's most eligible bachelors has been missing from the vibrant New York nightlife scene, where we're accustomed to seeing him accompanied. The handsome man was last spotted at a famous nightclub, accompanied by his equally attractive brother. Single women in New York are not too happy about the hunk's disappearance. Could he have a new flame? Is she a model or a famous actress? Well, that would be a sad loss for all the single ladies out there."*

At thirty-two, Andrew Linton had done a lot of things—both brave and cowardly—but he hadn't done anything of this sort. Declan Partridge was no ordinary man; at thirty-six, he commanded more than two thousand workers in more than ten countries as the chairman and CEO of Pattron Groups. He was formidable. And delivering the message Andrew had would probably be deadly, maybe not to himself but certainly to Lennon Patterson Jr.

Alpha’s aren’t known for their compassion or patience, if this guy was an Alpha, killing a trespasser like us would require the same amount of effort as putting his pants on every morning. “I felt the command. He’s an Alpha. A strong one. Let’s just hope the reason we’re alive isn’t because he likes torture.” Celeste gulped as she followed our captor.

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.

The look on his face was already enough to show that he wanted to ask him a question, but Joseph only shrugged before standing up. “You were part of the notorious drug trafficking circle in Cyprus but fled to Chicago under the identity of Eddy Jasper, the name that belongs to the son of the captain of the ship that smuggled you in. His son died on the ship, and he registered you as his son when you came to Chicago. Ever since then, you have tried to live a normal life and even started a business of exporting and importing. That’s a way to build a clean identity and profile, but I am sorry to break it to you, nothing is hidden under the sun, especially when I am the one looking for it”, Josep

Cyrus Taylor was the youngest son in the family. He had decided on a career in the police force to uphold justice. His childhood ambition came true as he was now chief of the First Criminal Investigation Division in the Solana City Police Department. "Yeah! Fuck him up badly!" Silas was influenced by Cyrus' passion and punched against the window. "Can't the police spice up the interrogation? We prosecutors aren't allowed to do so. Don't miss your chance to take revenge for Lyse!"

Now I see why he is watching this stuff. From what I have observed, Santino is a workaholic, and he spends most of his time doing the paperwork of the business while Maximo is the one who does the killing if any is needed. These men work in perfect harmony, which makes sense as to why they are billionaires. My gaze drifts from the TV and falls on Santino, he is so relaxed with his inked arms spread out on the armrest. I can’t help but observe every curve on his body and notice the way the shirt clings to his muscles and shows off his great physique. He isn’t as huge as his brother, but he is ripped too, so very ripped.