Romans & histoires Dixon Gregg

I answered because saying more would just make me angry again. “Understood. How would you like to handle the situation here?” David asked, his voice rising again. “I want Darien arrested for attempted assault of a camper. I won’t bat an eye if you rough him up for having the balls even to try to touch your next Luna,” I growled out my response. “Be my pleasure, sir,” he smiled.

Men who had never been questioned. Men who had never failed to produce heirs. The study door was ajar, and a firelight flickered inside. Gregory sat behind his massive desk, posture rigid despite his age, a glass of wine resting untouched beside a leather-bound book. His gray hair was combed back with military precision, his sharp eyes already fixed on Damian before he spoke. “You came,” Gregory said. “Good.” Damian closed the door behind him. “Your message wasn’t optional. Good evening, Father.”

Alpha Wyatt never came back to the Packhouse while I was there, so I never even got to talk to him about anything—which didn’t help me get any sleep. I had just got to the diner and clocked in; Helping Amelia get the place ready to open, starting up some pots of coffee and making sure the dining area was clean and tidy. I make sure to unlock the doors and light up our open sign in the window. As I got behind the counter to put on my apron, my heart sinks to my stomach. Alpha Wyatt comes walking into the diner, ignoring him until I stopped in my tracks, his overpowering cologne flooding my nose. His smell took hold over me before I could even stop myself from turning around.

They backed away respectfully. Gregory turned his attention back to Anathea, rolled up the window, and told Dexter to drive. Just like that, the silver-black Maybach slid into the night. The lawyers exchanged another round of baffled looks, still feeling something was off about Gregory's behavior tonight. They then gathered in front of Martin. After all, Martin was Gregory's right-hand man. He was the one who could read Gregory's thoughts most easily. "Mr. Chadstone, what's going on with Mr. Sinclair? That two million dollars was completely unnecessary."