Duke Dennis Novels & Stories

Devon said with a cackle. He was not worried. He was sure that Dustin did not know Duke at all. Beep. There was a click, and the call went through. Duke’s face showed up on the screen. “Mr. Fox, is there something you need?” Duke looked nervous. When he saw Dustin, he thought that Dustin might have some requests for him. But when he saw Simone and the others, he switched to a much more casual tone of voice. When he went to Rivenesco, Dustin had told him that he wanted to keep his identity as the King of Hades hidden away.

"I am the Duke." "You?" For one long moment, utter bewilderment was writ large across her delightful countenance. For the life of her, Margaret could not use her surprise. How could this man, of all men, be the Duke? Aside from he fact he was far too young to have been a crony if her father's, the gentleman before her was unquestionably a rake. And a rake of the first order, to boot. Whether the dark-browned, harsh-featured face wig its aquiline nose and firm mouth and chin or the lazy assurance with which he had entered the room had contributed to her reading of his character, she could not have said. But the calmly arrogant way his intensely blue eyes had roved from the top of her curls al

“Come on buddy. We can get all the juices of this deal checked in a few hours” It was Duke speaking.He had recently introduced himself as duke and the hair to the Richardson empire. His brother Donald managed some properties. These men were deep in the corporate affairs and knew exactly how to run their fathers business. They had no business with being Mafias like my brother and I. I wiped a quick hand over my nose as I watched hand the golf stick to his assistant.

Eyes tightly closed, I just waiting for the pain to end. I smelled him as he slammed the door open. He was rooted to the spot on the floor. If anything it confirmed I looked like shit. “DESMOND THEODORE WRIGHT, FUCKING MOVE.” Even I jumped, Marcus yelling at Desmond. I also mentally made a note that if I did make it out of this to absolutely make fun of his middle name. Maybe I would start calling him Teddy from now one. The thought made me smile but my lips wouldn’t move, my bite on the towel too strong.

“Yes. Because I may have a business proposal for you.” The young man looked astounded as he met his eyes in the rearview mirror. “Okay, sir. I look forward to it.” Duke was relieved that the man didn’t turn him down. “I appreciate your audience.” “My pleasure, sir.” Duke suddenly realized that he didn’t know the man’s name. “What is your name?” “I’m Dominic.” The young man responded. “Dominic James.” “Great to meet you, Dominic.” Said, Duke. “I am Duke Anderson.”

Duke said seems he was trying to say to give up on what Carlos is doing. “Who says I'm alone?” Carlos asked on his grin face. [Carlos] (Sounds of helicopter) “Duke Grey, the CEO of Earl Grey Corporation, you are under arrest! Surrender yourself now and don't do anything that will cause trouble here!” Vincent said on the loudspeaker in the helicopter he is driving. “I told you to come alone here!” Duke yelled and pulled out the gun on his back, “Get Christmas and don't let her take with them!” he ordered to his men.

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

Although, he didn't seem to mind it at all. "Thank you. You look handsome." I said honestly, a grin on my face. Dominic always looked neat but that particular night, he looked a little bit different. A good different. He was dressed in a black suit and tie, tailored for his large body. The tattoos trailed down from his neck down to his hands and onto his fingers. At first glance, one would know not to fuck with him. He looked ravishing and despite telling myself it wouldn't happen again, I knew it would because I wanted it to.

Before long, we are ready to compare our notes. Like Clark Jr., Duke is availably single, so no issues on that front. Aside from their white supremacist extra-curricular activities, the age difference between the two cousins is apparently large enough that they don’t really interact much, socially. Where Clark Jr. is a basement-dwelling high school dropout, Duke actually graduated and is living in an apartment, while working full time at his dad’s car repair shop. Based on his profile photos and status updates, it seems Duke spends most of his free time either at his favorite watering hole bar, or fishing.

Duke found his comfort in the promise he made himself to make this poisonous organization pay for what it did. He sighed and packed his bag to head home, take a shower, and sleep. The next day he stands up at 7 again to arrive at his desk at 8 in the morning. The day went like any other until at 6 in the evening the phone rang. Duke picked up and heard a distorted voice say, "I do not have long so listen carefully. in 30 minutes, there will be a drug delivery taking place at the restaurant Al Dente. The people are too scared to speak up against the Morano’s, but we all want to see that dynasty end." Then the line went silent because the anonymous caller hung up.