Dallas Winston Novels & Stories

Dallas says as she walks down the steps of the front porch. “Alpha Preston, my name is Dallas and this is my Squad.” She says as she gestures to her left. “This is Joshua and he is my second in command. This is Jesper and he is my third in command.” She introduces the males standing behind her. “Captain Dallas, welcome to Silver Eclipse Pack. Those two have been waiting for their connection for a very long time and I am relieved to know that they finally managed to find it.” Preston says as he points at me and Darius.

Daniel Winters stepped through the immaculately polished glass door of the Las Duex with a smile on his face. At a proud six foot four, it was hard not to take notice of him. His face was the epitome of every woman’s wet dream as he stood with his back straight and carried himself with a stride accustomed to strength and power.

I'd been so careful for months, and now everything was ruined in one moment of mechanical failure. Then I heard the sound that made my blood run cold, the deep rumble of multiple motorcycles approaching. Heavy bikes. Harleys, from the sound of them. The crowd parted like the Red Sea as five riders rolled into the circle of light cast by the spectators' headlights. The lead rider dismounted with predatory grace. Even in the dim light, I recognized him. Everyone in Coldwater knew Dax Steele. Six-foot-three of leather-clad muscle, dark hair pulled back in a knot, and eyes that could cut through steel. The Vice President of the Iron Wolves Motorcycle Club.

No doubt she had recorded until end, waiting until I orgasmed in the middle of the dance floor as his hands ravished me. That bitch. Before I could press “delete,” a branch snapped behind me. I spun around to see Dallas, head lowered with ominous eyes, as he stalked through the trees. His shirt was off as he pulled his sweatpants up over his briefs. Sweat glazed over his forehead and hardened chest. He used the shirt, wiping the glistening beads that smoothed over those crafted abs.

“In regards to the comments made in the dining hall; the wolf that made the comments, his name is Dallas. Dallas has been in the program five years and has been banned from eleven packs, including my own. He has been reported to the council repeatedly for assaulting both male and female prospects, both part of his pack and outside of it. Since the Red Fang pack does not sign female warriors up for the program he has been reported as sexually assaulting and raping multiple females from other packs. He was sent home Wednesday after dinner. Cole, on the other hand, has no known record of foul play.”

A large outdoor fire pit crackled, casting flickering light across the rustic yet opulent main house and the wide wooden deck overlooking the private lake. Madison “Maddie” Caldwell, a 26-year-old Texan oil and ranching heiress with sun-kissed skin, long blonde hair, and a strong, curvaceous figure, stood by the fire pit in a fitted denim shirt and shorts. The warm flames licked at her front while the cool night breeze raised goosebumps along her back. She had come to escape the boardrooms. She found something far more primal. The cabin door opened. Darius “The Bull” Washington, the world-famous Black Texas NFL superstar and ranching mogul, stepped onto the deck. Towering at 6’10” with a mas

I state. “The guy that has been working with your aunt and grandmother went to school with us. I knew I recognized him but he looks different. His name is Dallas and I know he works for Tianya and Kylynn.” Chaos explains. I let out a growl when he shows me a picture of his Dallas guy. He is the one that always makes Everly feel uncomfortable whenever he is around. I had noticed him watching her the last few times we had been at the building but didn’t think too much of it.

He is as merciless as the others. The bosses of the Five outfits will hold a private virtual meeting if something like this happens. As Creekwood is yet to announce Dante as their Boss, Dante didn't participate. And the boss of Montana didn't participate either. Leaving the other three to discuss the severity of this issue. "Yes, we just received a message from the boss of Montana. This is unacceptable" another boss named WINSTON murmured. Winston is in his early sixties, and once used to be good friends with the boss of Montana. But no one knows what happened, but the boss of Montana stopped showing himself. Now Winston doesn't even know how his old friend is doing. Winston is the boss of A

“Anyway, let’s get ready. Julian must be getting tired of waiting for us.” I nod and help Dallas sit in his wheelchair. We make it to the elevator, and minutes later, we are sitting in the car. Julian talks about his cat, and once we park outside the gym, I can’t get out of the car fast enough. Hugo, Dallas’ professional trainer, is waiting for us inside, but as I roll Dallas forward, a female voice calls his name. “Dallas!” Dallas tenses up, and I turn around his wheelchair, watching as a blonde woman runs up the street. It’s Christina—Dallas’s ex-girlfriend. She is gorgeous, and I grow bitter seeing her large, fake boobs bounce up and down.

“It helps a little.” “So does whiskey.” Jim poured out another round and they all drank. They watched Chris relax a bit, settle deeper into the chair. “So.” Chris wiped his face on his t-shirt, switched the ice pack to his other hand. “Where are these fuckers?” “Three of them are dead,” Dallas said. “The last one’s in prison for murder. He’ll be there for another fifteen years, at least.” “Damn.” Chris sighed. “I guess that’s something.” “Yeah.”