Deuce Spade Novels & Stories

“The father, with whom I haven’t spoken for fifteen years. I will not talk to him now.“ Of course, that jerk was on Dean’s death list all his life. Eddie Johnson, Dean’s father, was the godfather of evil. He forced his first wife, Dean’s mother, to kill herself so he could marry his mistress, who was his secretary. Although all of his marriages lasted less than a year after the death of Mrs. Johnson, that man still didn’t give up on marriage. He was sixty-five, and last week he married his tenth wife in a small court ceremony. Perhaps this marriage wasn’t going to see the face of a year since his bride was twenty years younger than him this time, too.

Xandee sits in front of Matt, she was beside Pete. “This is my cousin Pete from my mother’s side. And this is Luke my cousin from my father’s side” Xandee introduces us. “And this is John and Matt, my friends. I guess we were all taking Civil engineering” I follow up on what Xandee was saying. “Nice to meet you guys” Pete said to my friends. “Yeah, same here” Matt said to Pete and Xandee. “So, we are a gang now!” said John with enthusiasm, and we all laugh at his antics.

he answered quickly. I nodded, taking the path towards the amphitheater. Carter didn't complain and just cope up with me. "I wonder why your surname is Delluci, though. It's an italian surname." He put his one hand on his pocket and just stared at me while walking. He doesn't even look at the road.

They all started to dance recklessly with the girls on the dance floor. Dim lights , music on high volume was making the atmosphere of the club completely exuberant. Their steps were staggering but no one is ready to leave the dance floor. His friend, Theo asks him with funny tone "Hey Dylan , are you enjoying your last days of bachelor life. " Yes! he is None other than Dylan. Dylan, the handsome hunk who always keep the devilish smirk on his face. Dylan's P.O.V. "It's nothing to do with my bachelor life, Theo. I'll remain the same even after my marriage too." I replied to Theo.

Collins's voice was filled with worries as he started the car multiple times, and it still wasn't moving. Deuce looked around to see they were in the middle of the woods when a strange sensation kicked in. "Get out!" He shouted, and immediately they stepped out, the car blew up, throwing them in different directions. Deuce hit his head on a tree and blood started trickling down his face. "Holy wolf" He cursed beneath as he wiped the blood on his face with his hand. Before he could get himself together, a figure appeared before him. "The almighty Deuce Ryker feels pain?" A lady's voice was so thin and a soft chuckle followed.

Only if he knew I came to end him. The sound of running water stopped, and moments later, Deuce emerged from the bathroom. He’d showered and was now dressed in black slacks and a crisp white shirt, a glass of amber liquid in his hand. Whiskey, probably. He always drank whiskey after sex. I forced myself to sit up, ignoring the protest of my abused muscles. I needed to appear normal, needed to play the role of the satisfied lover. Deuce’s dark eyes tracked my movement as he settled into the leather armchair near the window, one leg crossed over the other in a pose of casual dominance. Even relaxed, he radiated power, the kind that made other wolves drop their eyes and bare their throats in su