Darrel Darry Curtis Novels & Stories

But until they had Sapphire out of whatever nightmare she’d gotten herself into, he had to tread carefully. Unlike most of the Donovans, who were tall and blond, Curtis was a short, stocky guy with shoulder-length brown hair and a goatee. He had small, kinda beady brown eyes, and a nose that looked too long for his face. At first glance, he seemed harmless enough, until you got to know what a ruthless little bastard he was. “You’ve got a lot of nerve coming here,” Curtis said. “I lost one of my best men because of you, and had to fire another.” Razl snorted. “If they were your best, Donovan, then you need to do some new recruiting.”

He was but why did Goldman think that? “I was texting Dalton this morning. Told him you hadn’t come in and the sheriff couldn’t reach you. He had said he saw you at Garvey’s last night,” he stated with a grin. “So?” “Oh, come on, man. There is no one in here but us. Spill it. I’m a married man now so I have to settle for listening about bachelorhood.” “I thought you were happy being married,” Curt said and grabbed his shirt out of his locker.

He is crazy. “Curtis has just been dropped at the gates of the compound. He is barely alive.” Daragh chuckles at what I’m saying. “She is in LA?” Andros says and Daragh claps his hands. “Well done Andy, didn’t take ya long to figure it out. If only you figured that out sooner. Then again, out of the two of you and Cass. You were always the slow one,” Daragh says as he stands and looks at us both. “Now, if you don’t mind, I have business to attend to. Feel free to fuck off before you leave here in body bags.” He winks as he walks away, whistling.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” the host began, “tonight we are proud to present the future of Dalton Hotels, founders and Operators of Rhett's. Please welcome—your CEO, Warren Dalton. Your COO, Arden Rhett. And your new CFO, Cassidy Murphy.” A spotlight cut across the room. It landed on the three of them as they stepped forward. Cassie’s heels clicked softly on the marble floor. Her chest rose and fell too fast, but she lifted her chin and kept walking.

He had heard about the rumors of his death and had reached out to Leita to let her know that he was still alive. Danielle listened intently, feeling a sense of admiration for Curtis's bravery and resourcefulness. She knew that he had always been a fighter, but this showed her a new side of him that she had never seen before. Finally, after what felt like hours of riding, they arrived at a small cabin nestled in the woods. Leita led Danielle inside, and there he was - Curtis, sitting by the fire with a solemn expression on his face.

“The files you requested have been distributed to the executives including Mr. Frank,” Curtis reported to Alpha Darren. Meanwhile, Alpha Darren was still checking the financial reports he had compiled himself from the company database. He was so focused that he didn't notice the incoming message on his phone. “Sorry Alpha Darren, your wife sent a message.” His hand slipped when Canis said 'his wife'. Yes, Alpha Darren did name Diana's contact as 'my wife' instead of her real name. He looked at Diana's desk and found it empty.

Curtis raised Darin as his own, and he eventually became the CEO of IronGate Industries. Darin had adopted his mother's last name. You're not going to find her now that you're in the capital? "Darin gave a headshake. "What's the purpose? It would be even more difficult to see her. It's likely that she doesn't even remember me. When he and their mother left, she was just nine years old. It had been so long. Felicia probably only remembered him vaguely now.

It wasn’t anybody terrifying – though he suspected that some people might disagree with him on that point – since it was Dillon Saunders, his fellow badass, kick-ass bouncer. Dillon nodded in greeting, Curtis returned it. Dillon stalked over to the staffroom, shedding his heavy leather jacket as he went, returned a minute later. He looked around the room, checking things with his practiced eye, then headed over to Curtis. “OK night?” Dillon said in his husky voice, without preamble or small-talk, as per usual. “Trouble?” “None,” Curtis replied. “Tables to watch?” Curtis gestured at one near the pool tables. “The Road Devils are here tonight.”

I miss Hunter and Alyssa day by day but I know it's for the best. I feel bad for lying to them all, but I had to. Today's Wednesday and Mr. Dechart is coming to get his money. All I wish is that I could've found a legal way without having to borrow money from anymore people. I didn't want to take money from my brothers or my children but they are stubborn and won't take no for an answer.

I for sure always dreaded whenever we were given a new name. As long as it keeps them safe... Curtis snickered. "First target, kind of a dick, but man he is so much fun to mess with! Nice jet black hair, piercing eyes and such a snarky smile —the kind you just want to punch till he stops breathing, if you know what I mean. And the girl..." a sadistic grin halted his tracks while his voice shifted into a husky tone. "Brunette. Petite. Gorgeously brown eyes and my, my... such plump lips. Now, lucky for you two, both targets so happen to be in your lilttle family..."