Duncan Quagmire Novels & Stories

Different from the fear, the loneliness, the despair, the pain and the agony. This one felt right, like it had always been there waiting to be unlocked. He licked his lips raking his teeth through the lower lip. Spade's eyes zeroed in on that single action, as he felt his hands twitch beside him but that was not the only thing that twitched. It was only for a second but he felt it, his third leg, twitched. It was almost not noticeable but he noticed it, he felt it and it made him swallow and almost stumble back but he kept his comportment.

I thought for a moment and then added, "I'm sorry for your loss." He nodded, his smile fading. "Thank you. His name was Rex Dixon. I knew him for many years." He turned his attention down the corridor. "He didn't deserve to die that way." "No one does," I replied. Although I already cared very much for Xander and Elias, I couldn't help but wonder if being here was a mistake.

I muttered "Sure…." She smiled and walked off I look back and saw Duncan smiling at something on his phone while Gray, laid his head back on the seat, with earpod connected to his ears, while sleeping with closed eyes Gray is more of an introvert, met him at his lowest, he's like me but he has a sister, I didn't want him to join the gang, but he wanted to….and now he's filthy rich, just like Duncan but they insisted on still working for me, we're more like brothers

Hilda was relieved to hear the hint of relief in Boma's voice. "You're welcome." "Thank you for your time, Hilda." Donovan said and ended the call. He handed the phone to Boma. "Put up your call log for that day, right now." He commanded. Boma, with trembling hands, presented her call history to Donovan, who examined the log. After a moment of scrutiny, he begrudgingly acknowledged the evidence. In an unexpected twist, Hilda emerged as the unsung hero of the moment, inadvertently rescuing Boma from Donovan's impending wrath through her instinctive recollection.

“Not yet. We’ve kept them separate, but they’ve both asked for a lawyer. Until they arrive you know we can’t talk to them.” “So, you got nothing out of them?” “No, as soon as they were taken into interrogation they asked for a lawyer.” “Do you know who is going to represent them?” “Logan...” Amelia paused. “Please.” “Gideon Davenport has been called in.” “Are you kidding me!” Rage fuelled inside me. He was the biggest scumbag lawyer of all of them. He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges.

My mum's words re-echoed in my head, slicing through me like a blade as I realized that I had successfully been played by both father and son. Don Luciano made false promises after ruining my life and forcing me into this Cage. How could he? And I was starting to think he was different. I burst into laughter at my own stupidity as my heart tightened against my chest, tears pooling at the corner of my eyes. I reached for my phone on the floor and dailed his number, wanting to hear directly from him. It went straight to Voicemail but I didn't care and tried again, till it finally connected. I was about to speak when;

The crowd shifted, necks craning toward the source of the shout. A man pushed his way to the front—broad-shouldered, middle-aged, with a scar cutting through his left eyebrow. I recognized him. Duncan. He ran the grain mill on the south edge of territory.

"Your family has paid the PR team a substantial fee, enough to exert continuous pressure on us. Yet you repeatedly ask what you can do. I can't believe any reasonable person would genuinely dislike you." "Oh, please, James..." I stood up and gave him a grateful hug. Duncan had been staring at me the whole time, and when I finally winked at him, he coolly remarked, "Don't I deserve a hug too?" A few curse words bubbled up inside me. 'All these damned things have even made Duncan start joking.' *****

He replied slowly, helping her stand back on her feet and carrying most of her weight, I watched in amazement as the arrow wound started to heal. Claire gripped his hand in fear. "Have you forgotten? The wolf, he is Duncan! I could never forget even if I wish to, not the wolf form of the man who murdered my...father" Her voice shook as tears rolled down her face. "What are you talking about? This Duncan guy works for the mafia and he killed your father? I thought the councils did that?" "Duncan is the messenger between the human mafia and the councils, he is like a bridge that connects the two worlds. He is a famous assassin" Hunter explained leading us back to where the horses were, I still

able to survive in this disaster flickering. And I gulp, moving my head in a no. She has to be alive...she can't die. She is here only .... breathing ....I need to save her. I dig up the snow...my claws freezing. Almost going numb. But I don't stop. Tears sliding down my eyes, feeling helpless and so scared for the first time in my life. 15 minutes....I spend almost 15 minutes digging the frozen ice to only find the dug holes again getting covered by fresh snow.