Dan Greene Novels & Stories

"Your rights? You conspired to get me killed. How are you so justified for your actions?" "Whoa! What did you say you studied in college? I can see that you know the laws of the land like the back of your hands. Despite that, it seems you know little of my abilities, both within the country and beyond. I am Nathan Greene, and any sh*t goes how I want it." He grabbed her closer and whispered in her ears. "Even the mayor of New York can do no shit if I want to fuck him!" "That’s better, you asshole!"

Bellman says to us. We walk quietly in a straight file behind him, until we get to the administration building. We pass cells on the ground floor and go up to the second floor, Bellman knocks at a door and a guard opens it allowing us into the conference room, in there I see Mr. Spencer at the right hand of a mean looking man who has a scar running across is face from ear to ear which is really ugly if you ask me. There are a bunch of other men in here too but I have never seen them before nor was there any striking thing about their appearance other than they looked well dressed and well fed almost like the room they all sat.

Hermes “Grande,” Mr. Greene, one of Apex’s senior board members, and the cunniest of them, sets his glass down on my table. “Quite the gala you’ve put together tonight.” I force a smile. “It’s Apex’s gala, Mr. Greene. I just signed the checks.” He chuckles dryly, swirling his wine. “Still, you’ve managed to silence a few doubters. At least about the aftereffect of our… small problem., but you know it takes more than chandeliers and Bordeaux to earn trust.”

“Dixon, what are you doing here?” Jason asked. “Considering I have this, I’m supposed to be here.” He showed us the letter he was holding. It looks exactly like mine. Even from where I was standing, I can see my dad’s handwriting clear as the day. I seriously don’t get why dad will want Dixon to be here. “You have no business here, Get the fuck out.” Jason yelled. “That’s where you’re wrong. I have every right to be here. Greene’s is s major stockholder in the Wright’s company, so stop lying to the young lady and tell her the truth.”

I was about to become a permanent fixture in the tabloid drama of a man who thrived on chaos. The heavy door creaked open, and the room suddenly went still. Speaking of the devil, Riot Greene stepped inside. He was a work of menacing elegance in an all-black leather outfit, the layers of diamonds on his neck catching the light. Between his lips, a blunt glowed with a low, orange light. The smell of cannabis immediately filled the room. "Out," he rumbled, not even looking at the staffs. His eyes were fixed on me in a predatory look. "Give us a moment."

Dustin would usually not interact with Icy on an average day. Jason felt that the young master of the Lindburg Family was the most inferior existence in this place. “Yesterday, Chris Greene went to the Lindburg Family and apologized. He gave us a bunch of presents and claimed that he would now be in charge of the Greene Family. The old fart from his family had actually retired.” Dustin smiled at Jason.

“I saw you two came in together, so it’s not a surprise.” “Oh- that’s a relief then.” I answered. “Can I ask you a question?” “Sure, fire down.” “What’s Mr. Greene like?” Her brow tugged up at me, she searched her bag and brought out a pack of salad. She opened and fetched a considerate amount which she chewed on while looking at me. When she swallowed she dabbed her lips and Leaned forward. “Well, Mr. Greene.” She emphasized his surname. “- is focused, disciplined and doesn’t like excuses, in all he’s a perfectionist.”

After half an hour, I finally arrived at the mall, ready for some shopping. Stepping out of the car, I gazed at the magnificent entrance. Perhaps, once Sierra became Luna, I would bring her here and let her choose whatever her heart desired. Just as I was about to enter the mall, I froze upon hearing a familiar voice—a voice I had hoped never to hear again. "Hey, Dean, old friend, it's been a while." I turned around and came face to face with Drake. He hadn't changed a bit. His dark blue eyes and gray hair intrigued me, as I wondered about his fondness for that color.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I