Enoch O Connor Novels & Stories

“He treated you unfairly in the past. So don't repeat the nightmare again. Don't talk or meet with him again, okay?” I nodded and glanced outside. The pain in my head kicks in again. “I'm really tired, Connor.” He only sighs and drives me to the hotel where I'm staying. He left after making sure I was fine. He will be staying in another room and God knows what will happen in the following days. Connor Reid, a business partner of my father. He resided in Canada. He built his own company with the help of my father. He's an orphan and became a scholar because my biological mother wanted to help him in his studies. Practically, they raised him as their own.

"A better deal than we had with the Vincenzos. That’s all we’re asking for." Connor Marian was a well-known name in certain circles, an Irish drug dealer who had built his empire in the States, distributing for l'signor Della Notte. He was a man who had seen decades of deals, betrayals, and bloodshed. Beside him sat his son, Cillian Marian, a younger, far more dangerous version of his father.

“You too. I haven’t seen you since you jumped out of a moving car.” “I landed on my feet.” He grins and winks at me. Goddess be damned, I am blushing like an idiot. Evander clears his throat and glares at Flynn, who doesn’t seem to care about what Evander thinks, let alone has to say, about his proximity to me. “Kenna, this is Agent Connor,” Evander says as he motions to Connor, who is also an extremely good looking man with short dark hair and striking blue eyes. Connor gives me a quick nod in greeting and sits down beside Evander.