Darrel Darry Curtis Novels & Stories

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

Levi chuckled and said to Darryl, "The Sect Master of the Elixir Sect, Andy Curtis is also a great hero, whom I've always admired. " Then, Levi thought of something and pointed at Salvatore as he chuckled. "Oh, ya. This is the well-known Sect Master, Darryl Darby. I remember Sect Master Curtis and Sect Master Darby are close friends too. Please bow to him." 'F*ck it…' Immediately, Darryl was stunned, and deep down, he felt helpless. 'What the f*ck is this? Is he telling me to bow to my impersonator?' However, Darryl had no control over the situation. He had no choice but to clasp his fists together at Salvatore and said politely, "Disciple of the Elixir Sect, greetings to you, Sect Master Da

He looked longingly at the smoldering butt, then at his interrogator. “You’re in deep shit, Jonesy,” said his old partner, Randy. Curtis smiled even broader. This was a game he knew only too well. “Brought you outta retirement for this, partner? How’s Dolores? Send her my best, will you?” Curtis’s voice sounded like gravel even to himself. No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon.

Fred says as his voice begins to break and his eyes fill with tears. "And it tore me apart to see you so sad. I decided to make it my mission to get my shit together for you. Because I wanted you to see that even though I was the total opposite from your pops...a man that had it all. A good family, a good business, and a good career. Then, look at me? A high school drop out, struggling from pay check to pay check. You remember when you came? We lived in the outskirts of town on a rundown mobile home." Russell smiles, lowering his head and sighing.

Dante beamed and asked the man to unstrap Curtis’s hands from the plaster. Curtis grinned in a bit pain as he rolled his wrists. “So, as I told you we both know each other…and you know I hate to hear ‘No’, Curtis!” Dante folded his two arms in his front while he gazed at Curtis who seemed limping already as the man had no other choice but working for him.