Denis Conan Doyle Novels & Stories

“Yes, that’s the case, but it seems Adrian approached Don Denver.” Desmond’s heart shook for a second. “D-Did you just say Don Denver?” “Yep. I don’t think I need to say more.” “Thanks for the info,” Desmond said and ended the call. He sat back on the couch and touched his forehead. “Don Denver, I’ve seen governors and congressmen run after hearing his name. I heard he’s done some crazy things in the past, but I haven’t heard his name in a few years. All I know is that he used to be part of Hawkers and is a very dangerous guy. How did Adrian even know such a guy?”

The woman was shaking so hard her earrings rattled, the man couldn’t meet my eyes. “Dov’è il mio denaro?” Where is my money? The lawyer opened his mouth again. “Violence won’t—” I drew the 1911, and thumbed the hammer. The lawyer’s sentence ended in a wet pop. His body hit the floor before the echo died, his brain and blood painting the wall behind him like abstract art. “Ahhhhggghhhhhh!!!” The woman screamed. The man pissed himself; I smelled it. I stood, walked around the table slowly.

Brad was a high ranking wolf, he could handle the drink but he would still act intoxicated. A knock arrived at the door notifying me of a guest. I put the vial in a pocket in my panty liner. Just in case I was searched for weapons or anything of that sort, I could easily get through security without too much suspicion. I opened the door to see Conan in a black tuxedo, looking as hot as ever. His hair was parted by the edge, giving him a nineties look with his brows lapping to his face giving a hot crease when he would frown.

I processed this information with an expression on my face, wondering who would be so sucidial to attack the den after he was banished,I racked my brain and suddenly I let out an uproar growl and transformed to my wolf immediately and ran to the Den's center. Devon Killian,a twenty- eight year old male was banished from the Den for killing a human,he broke a sacred rule and was immediately banished from the Den and was to never step foot again,yet he stood her in his brown wolf snarling at me with such contempt. I gave a sign that he should change and we should talk,we both changed to our human form,still growling at each other and then suddenly I boomed in my Alpha voice. " Devon Killian yo

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Hope flashed across Nico's face. "Luca," he whispered, reaching out. "My boy." Luca moved back before Nico could touch him. He was five, dressed in a black suit my mother's tailor had made, but he looked steadier than most men in the room. "Do not call me that," he said. "My father died the night he denied me in front of strangers and watched them beat my mother. You are Don Varrone. Nothing more." Nico made a broken sound.

Sofia turned to see a tall, imposing woman with close-cropped silver hair standing outside, an amused smirk on her face. "If you two lovebirds are quite finished," the woman said, her voice dry, "we've got work to do." Luca chuckled, shaking his head as he opened his door. "Sofia," he said, "meet Vivian Blackwood. Former CIA operative, current information broker, and the closest thing I have to a fairy godmother." As Sofia stepped out of the car, she felt a mix of anticipation and trepidation. They were about to dive headfirst into a world of danger and intrigue, with no guarantee of success or survival.

Don Dillon, the owner of AGN, said, emerging from a hidden room inside the bar. Ixora and Ken the banister both breathed a sigh of relief simultaneously. Thank fuck, there wouldn't be a scene tonight. Don Dillon was in his early forties, a menacing figure covered in tattoos all over his body, with a single earring dangling from one ear. He was also incredibly wealthy, being the owner of A-Good-Night and other notorious clubs in Castle Lore. Nobody knew why the man refused to marry, even though everyone was aware he was a rich manwhore. Ixora was relieved that he hadn't had the chance to get into her twin's panties, or her twin into his shorts.