Cyrus Petrillo Novels & Stories

“It seems like you know him, Mr. Redmond. Marino Hunt is infamous for being ruthless. He has done plenty of shady things for Haco Robinson.” Redmond said, “If Cyrus has offended Marino Hunt, I’ll have my men call the man.” Truman was shocked when he heard this, but once he thought about it, he knew that this was a good thing! If word got out that Cyrus was affiliated with the Penn family, no one in Fliton City would dare to do him harm. Redmond took out his phone and called his secretary. “Flavius, call Marino Hunt and tell him that there is a young man in Fliton City called Cyrus Salazar. He is my friend.”

- The youngest of the brothers argued. -That will change, it has to. I need you to regain your passion for your work. - Ciro said with a tone of voice that warned Brahim. He held him back before he got into his Mustang. "What's wrong?" Brahim asked. Cyrus sighed, looking at him with disdain. -Bethany knows things. -He said doubtfully. -What things?

Joss held his hand in understanding. When Cyrus took admission in few short term courses, there he met Joss and Max. Though they would only meet in one or two courses still they clicked well. They were there listening and supporting Cyrus through his hard time. They helped him pay his course f*e or buy him meals when he would save every single penny for Gabriel. They were witness when Cyrus got married to Louis and then they found how much the man tortured Louis and how he was involved the illegal business. Cyrus was right. He had given everything to his brother and husband and now he had nothing more to give. He had all the rights to spend his life for himself. Being a little selfish.

After hearing the Italian Mafia Boss's order everyone switched into action. " I got it! " Willy, the short man from a corner replied. " Konstantin Dmitri visited the western Hall rent last week twice. Afterwards he invited a surgeon into his lair. In his account the amount of $4,976,468,588,568 was deducted for some reason I couldn't pinpoint. Then earlier today he hired a bomb experts. Right now he is in new York, having a light party with some strippers "

I felt safe. "Who are you?" Ashton asked. "It's none of your business." Cyrus said, his voice harsh and poisonous. "Carmela is my business." My best friend pulled me closer to him. "She is my business, so, back off!" He's rude. He's always been rude. He never treated anyone with respect. He never treated anyone like humans. Cyrus only cared about himself. He only cared about his pride and I hate it. Someone like him easily loses his patience, meaning, he'll lose control and end up hurting anyone that disobeys him. And seeing how Ashton is pushing him to his limits scares me.

I saw him tense his jaw; a vein popped out on the side of his neck. Gideon didn’t let up; I could see how on edge Logan was but there was nothing I could do. It felt like watching a boxing match, one round after another the hits kept on coming. Gideon tried to bring Logan’s validity into question. Once Gideon was done, I could see confusion on some of the jurors' faces but then I saw Jack speaking to Evelyn quietly at the table. Evelyn asked for a recross. “Mr. Carter. You stated that the night you met the victim that you had never seen her before.”

He wasn't blood like Kensington, but he was a fanatic, a loyalist to Cyrus’s brutal, calculated vision of the bloodline. "His wife, Sloane, just spent the morning trying to freeze me out of a private wellness studio uptown," Lila continued, her voice holding a chilling, satisfaction. "She bragged to her friends that the Sterling empire was being stripped from you. I did a deep-dive background check into Cyrus’s private operational charters the moment I got back to the penthouse. Mathias Grey is the sleeper cell, Adrian. He is the one who authorized the encryption overrides on your fleet yesterday morning, the exact moment the system logged my pregnancy."

Emily “Do you, Emily Mitchell, take Tyler Slate as your lawfully wedded husband and mate? Do you promise to cherish him, honor him, and help him thrive as the beta of our pack, so help our goddess?” our lead elder spoke, making my eyes water as he continued to resight. Tyler’s eyes sparkled, a stray tear falling down his cheek and smile from ear to ear. “I do!” I say, making him choke up a bit. He sighed, trying to contain his tears. I can't say the same about myself; happy tears fell like waterfalls.

Of course, I love my mom but my dad always has her protected so I don't need to worry too much. Luckily for me, I have Will here with me and as my Gamma, it's his job to have control over the warrior's patrol shifts. "Will, do you know if Ryan and Tony are on patrol today?" He stares up at the sky as he thinks before shaking his head "No, they are on the night shift tonight on the East border." One thing about Will is his incredible memories of the patrol rotas, rarely, he doesn't know who's on patrol and when. We have a lot of warriors and for him to remember all those details is mindblowing.