Dallas Winston Novels & Stories

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

Dallas answered as he briefly glanced at James before refocussing on the performance on stage. As a sadist, he already looked like he was itching to join them. But if Dallas and Demi performed together, they would mess the sub up. In fact, compared to Demi, Dallas was an even bigger sadist. Demi chuckled when she saw the sub shake his head to ask her to continue and whipped her flogger on his bare chest, creating beautiful crisscrossing patterns on his skin. The man was so turned on that he was visibly hard. It could be seen through the cotton shorts he was wearing.

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.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

“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.”

“I know.” “Good. Now we can get to the serious part. The Dallas Titans have been the talk of the town in the NFL, but you and I both know, everyone is interested in one man in particular. Jaxon Wolfgang. He’s known to be evasive, but you are gonna have to work hard to break through his shell and get us where we need to be." The irony isn’t lost on me that I have to work hard to get the quarterback of the Dallas Titans to spare a minute of his time for me. Again

Dallas shook with rage, then took control of himself again. “Dallas.” Selena’s eyes were steady. “Your ‘maybe’ is better than everyone else’s ‘no way’. You’ve got to try, boss.” “Fuck,” he said softly. “I know,” she said. “I know. But if you don’t try, Olivia’s got no chance whatsoever. With you? She has a prayer.” Dallas stared down at the window one last time, then reached for his cell. He dialled and they all waited. “Dean? Yeah. I need you to get something for me from my office safe. Get some paper to write down the combination, man.” He took a deep breath. “And you need to haul ass, Jessop. No fucking lie.”

the other one spat. I stumbled back. His words echoed in my head as I tried to regain my footing. They were wrong. Winona was the daughter of a black man . . . But we’d never looked into her mother. I strode back to the gala, back to where I could make sense of things, and scanned the crowd for Winona. How could we not have known? Dallas held his gut as he laughed at something Winona was saying. His eyes sparkled, and his smile stretched wider than it ever did with me or his boys.