Edgar Novels & Stories

Ezra: I entered my office with a heavy heart, anticipating what I was going to hear. The fear that I had about not accepting or accepting, understanding, or at least, relating to what I was going to hear was not something that I expected. MY reaction was not one that I was going to be expecting in such short notice.

“Especially to one of them.” “Do you mean Three?” I ask. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to their names. The boy immediately nods, lets go of my hand and begins to descend, taking two steps at a time. I take a second to analyze the situation. I don’t even know what the type looks like, whom I shouldn´t get in the way under any circumstances, so how can I successfully avoid him? An image pops into my head of a stocky, menacing-looking guy with a bald-shaven skull and rage written all over his face. Well beautiful, nothing like a good stereotype. I shake my head vigorously, banishing this ghastly image from my thoughts. I greedily draw cold air into my lungs and set off after One. With ever

“What names are off the list, then?” “Edgar,” he says, immediate, and I burst into laughter. “Why Edgar?” “Because,” he says, serious. “Any name with ‘gar’ in it is mean to a little kid. And I knew someone named Edgar growing up and he was…a dick.” I laugh harder at this, agreeing. “All right, Edgar’s off the list. What’s on it?” He hesitates for a second and I reach out, shoving his shoulder a little. “Tell me!”

On Wednesday my personal email pinged around dinnertime. It flashed up as Carter & sons. I was confused. I walked out of the office into the side office to read the email. Dear Leah Garrison, Thank you for your application for the Legal Secretary role at Carter & Sons. We would like to invite you to an interview with Mr. Jack Carter, Senior partner. The interview will be an hour in length. Please contact the office to arrange a suitable time. Sincerely Carter & Sons HR

San Diego had me feeling differently. It was like I became Alex Gray the moment I drove into the city. My personality changed over the following two weeks as I followed Jordan Reed. He was the Vice President of The Reapers and second in command. I knew that if I could get close to him, I was as good as in. He had a set routine and after two weeks, I knew it by heart. He liked to frequent the bar on Broadway in East Village. It also happened to be the whole club’s favorite spot.

Liam released Olivia’s waist and extended a hand to a man nearly his size—Black, handsome, intense eyes, easy smile. “Edgar,” Liam greeted, shaking his hand firmly before pulling him into a quick embrace. “You disappeared.” “I was living abroad,” Edgar said with a laugh. “Life took a few turns... but I’m back.” “You graduate?” Liam asked, studying him with that cold, clinical gaze that seemed to see through any façade. “With a lot of effort,” Edgar replied proudly. “I’m a cardiologist now.” Liam nodded, almost imperceptibly.

But before she could pull her hand back completely, Jack squeezed it again and answered in a bold tone, “No, Eddy. She’s my queen.” Her mouth parted in disbelief. “Jack,” she hissed under her breath. “Stop it. That’s not funny.” He grinned, and then quickly added, “Kidding. Just kidding.” He stepped forward and made the introduction, “Eloise, CEO of the Anthony Group. Eddy, founder of the EDDY Group in Germany." “Hello, beautiful lady,” Eddy said with a smile. “It’s a pleasure.” “Nice to meet you, Eddy,” Eloise said politely, keeping her voice steady.

Did Curtis send him? “You are Cassandria Bristol-Romano. CEO of Bristol-Romano International. Your brother is Andros, and you moved here a little over a year ago.” Warning bells start going off in my head as I step back when Andros comes over and moves me away as he hugs the man. “Matteo, let me introduce you. Cass, this is my friend and boss, Matteo DeAngelis.” I blink, looking from my brother to this sex god. He is the mafia king, the man who is untouchable. Oh shit!

Even harder than the one he had flashed me. "Oh no, sir," Edgar said hastily. He swallowed and grunted, struggling to adjust himself in his seat. I smiled inwardly, feeling glad that the man was put in his place. "Good," Alek smirked. "Tell us more about this deal he was making. Is there anything we should know that was not included in the notes?"

I powered it on and a video chat window launched itself, connecting me to my brother, Edgar. Edgar, my favorite person in the world, who I hadn’t spoken to in over three years because I’d cut ties to protect him after I managed to enrage the Saudis, New Zealand, and, oh yeah, all of Interpol in a single week by hacking a massive financial data center that issued government-level loans. The money was great. Losing Edgar had not.