Dylan From We Bought A Zoo Novels & Stories

**Quinn's POV** "Quinn!" I immediately looked back when I heard Dylan's voice. He was already outside in a wheelchair. I ran over to him. "Hey, are you okay? Do you feel dizzy or nauseous or something?" Dylan chuckled. "I'm just feeling better. This house is so big and I'm free to go everywhere." I shook my head and bring him inside. "Have you eaten yet?" "Not yet. I was waiting for you. The person who brought me here said you'd be here any minute so I just wanted to eat with you."

Zak says and I give him a questioning look. He mouths 'no questions' at me and gives me a wink. I roll my eyes, looking back at Dylan. I noticed he had a few small scratches on his hands. "What happened there?" I ask, pointing to his hand. "I fell, playing in the woods." Dylan says with a small shrug. I give a look to Zak who shakes his head, warning me against the idea he clearly saw forming. He already knew where I was going with this. "Can you keep a secret?" I ask Dylan.

As I closed the door behind us, it was also the same time Sky went out of the study room. “Are the girls sleeping already?” he asked as he walked with us, returning to the family room. “Where’s Dylan?” As if he had spoken the magic word, Finn and Dylan entered the door with a puppy in his arms. “Dylan, what’s that?” She hissed as her eyes widened at the little animal. “I’m sure it’s not a cat, Anya,” Sky chuckled, looking at Finn. He grinned. “Sorry, but this guy here just fell in love with her. What can I do?”

"Dominic... what is this?" “The title to a private tropical island paradise in the South Pacific,” Dominic said possessively, lips brushing the sensitive skin over his mating mark. I bought it yesterday. No packs. No corporate board rooms. No old men. A haven just for us, so I can have you all to myself, carefree, and away from the rest of the world." Clara smiled, a beautiful, breathtaking smile that lit up her cat-like face. She twisted in his arms, her hands flying up to clasp his lapels, her amber eyes suddenly blazing with exquisite depth.

“Did you buy back everything he sold? How did you even track down those intermediary companies?” If those scattered shares weren’t consolidated, Vance Inc. would collapse. Brian hadn’t just betrayed me—he had methodically devoured everything my father left behind. A soft, almost disbelieving laugh escaped me. In just three weeks, Silas had given me one shock after another. Maybe… this time, I had made the right choice.

"Mhm. Thanks for worrying about me." Dylan immediately scratched the back of his neck. "Who said I was worried? I just don't want you getting sick and missing tomorrow's event!" "Yeah, yeah, whatever." I glanced around. "Dylan, I want that!" I pointed at the cotton candy vendor near the fountain, where a crowd of little kids was already waiting. "You're like a little kid," Dylan grumbled. He let out a sigh before his voice softened. "Wait here." "I want the cat-shaped one!" I called after him as he walked toward the cotton candy stand.

“B-But Dylan didn't mention it was happening today.” I looked at Dylan and gave him a tiny, apologetic smile. His eyes went wide, clearly stunned that I’d just thrown him under the bus. But hey, it was the truth! I knew we were doing this in New Zealand, but the "today" part was all on him. “Dylan Fontanilla, we’re talking. Outside.” I watched as Dylan’s father headed for the door. “But Dad—” “Now.” Dylan didn't argue. He followed his father out, with his mother and Lance right behind them. Iverson tried to sneak out too, but Maurice caught him by the arm and yanked him back.

But Trinity had a ridiculous grin plastered on her face. “Keep the interaction to a minimum,” Dylan muttered under his breath, glaring at her. “I was a bit more…quick-thinkingthan Violet.” What? “Hey, Ugly,” Little Dylan greeted with a grin. His brows furrowed in that same stubborn way it still did whenever he made one of his stupid jokes. “Where’s your dad?” “Making us tea,” little me answered proudly. “And who are these people?” he asked, nodding toward us. “Oh, these are just our new friends!” she said with a quick, dismissive wave of her hand.

None of them laughed or stuttered when they breathed out those words. "Dylan will buy all the fish, meat, and vegetables in our store in cash." I proposed, joining their drama. Needless to say, the two were slaves of money. And it was proven true when both of their eyes twinkled like a star as though they just won the lottery. "What are you doing?" Dylan leaned closer to my ears and whispered. "I did not bring enough cash with me and you know that." "Just go with the flow," I whispered back without looking at him as my eyes were fixed on Mom and Dad. "Look at them. They were about to give up."

Chapter 20 Damien Priest POV “Sir we got him!” Daniel runs into my office startling both Amara and me. When did he get into my apartment? We both look at him. “What?” I ask him. “We got Leonardo’s grandson we got him!” he shouts excitedly. My eyes widen finally. Realizing all this shit is about to come to an end. We’ll be able to move on with our lives and make a decision that will change our lives forever.