Eugene Infamous: Second Son Novels & Stories

“My father sent me on a mission to the Iron Fang Pack. A secret mission. I was caught and held for twelve days. They broke my ribs. Dislocated my shoulder. Burned my arm.” Max bowed his head. “I remember. You barely made it home.” “I swore that if I ever had the power, I would lead with strength… but not cruelty.” Eugene took a drink, letting the burn of the whiskey remind him he was still alive. “I respect that,” Max said softly. “But I also have to protect this pack. If that man downstairs knows something—something that could hurt us—we don’t have the luxury of playing saints.” Eugene opened his mouth to reply, but a knock at the door cut him off.

His penis could never remain inside his pants but other than lustful glances towards her, he barely acknowledged her existence at all. Mason was right. Eugene thought be his still. Thought that I was still timid and fragile. The deeper we drove into Half-Moon, the more repulsed I felt by all of this. Friendly faces waved as we passed. Assholes who stood by and watched as my so-called husband brutalized me. Which ones were from my pack? Were still loyal to my family? I had no clue how to tell them apart from the rest. Maybe they weren’t even on the streets. After all, Mason said that Eugene was working them to death within his mines.

Like I didn't know. Everyone knew who Ezra Crane was. The second son. Disowned at twenty-one after some kind of violent falling out with his father. He'd built his own empire since then. Blackthorn Holdings. The name showed up in financial papers like a ghost. Nobody talked about him at Crane family events. He was the black sheep, the cautionary tale, the brother Julian mentioned only in whispers and warnings. The one even Victor seemed careful around. "I know who you are," I said. "Good. Then you know I'm not the welcoming committee." He leaned against the wall and watched me with those dark, calculating eyes. "What did Julian do?"

she inquired curiously. The young man's face fell, he didn't believe someone won't know him in the slum, he was well known as the district Mayor's son. The six bodyguards behind him glared at Mama Sarah coldly, she wasn't bothered about them, she looked at the young man “if you are not ready to say who you are, then scram” she said dismissively. The Mayor's son's eyes widened, he wasn't expecting an insult, he only saw the house trending online, and he decided to acquire it, and demolished the house, then, build a bar, he was overwhelmed by the insults.

Susan's condition had scared her, and even though she had tried respectfully talking to Nicholas at first, Nicholas had threatened her and she never said a word after that. Her husband, Jason was the youngest, and comparatively the least successful. He was a lawyer who worked with a small law firm. His grades had been average, compared to the super intelligent Elijah and then Nicholas who was close behind. Elijah was mayor, and Nicholas was a big shot business man in the city. He was always compared to them, even though Jason was simple and chose to not let it get to his head. "It is just...someone had to do it." Jennifer said with a small smile and turned around, leaving Stephanie marveled.

The problem wasn't with her it was with him, he needed her out of his life, she was supposed to pay thousands of dollars if she broke any rule and also leave but here he was. "I am not asking you to pay anything Evelyn, I just need you to leave, e," he says as he calmed himself to try to explain to her calmly cause deep down he knew that wasn't the reason he had given the house to Selena now and wouldn't need Evelyn there. His cellphone rang and it was a call from his dad who was a leader of a mafia gang in the United States. He was well known for his evil deeds and how heartless he was. He had impregnated Howard's mom as a teenager, his mom had passed away while giving birth to Howard so he

William said after he sat across from the old man and his son, ignoring the other three. "Yes, it's me. Is there anything I can help with?" Old Eugene replied in his weary voice, before he was surprised that William shook his hand warmly and said, "Great! I am Edward William James. I have come to ask for the hand of your son Jessica petrin for my dear friend and brother Bernard Rottber." After hearing this, the group opened its mouth in shock, and among them was Bernard who barely realized that Eugene is Jessica's father and that Osama is her brother.

" The anger in Alyssa's eyes only burned hotter. "You took the money that was supposed to keep him alive and spent it raising a dog. And you call that a little punishment?" Finally, she understood. The real culprit had never been anyone else. It was Nathaniel, the precious son the entire Salazar family had held in the palms of their hands.

“Never mind. It’s not exactly legal. I’ll try to think of something else. It’d be a shame if the business venture goes bust because of the lack of funding.” Panicking, Jean urged Tanner to tell her. It took some persuasion before Tanner replied, “I heard a wealthy businessman back home is running an insurance-related scheme. They’re offering 150k for a body exchange. “Isn’t Graham dead? Just dig him up and send him over.” Jean hesitated. She rubbed her fingers together, her voice laced with uneasiness. “Tanner, he might be a disappointment, but he is still your brother. He would never rest easy if we exhumed his body.”

"He's done some unscrupulous things." "He's just a terrible man! He's thrived on scheming against others, and he’s been cunning and morally corrupt all his life. He's proficient in all the wrong things. He’s never done a good deed in his life," Anson spoke frankly, revealing his strong disapproval of Eugene. "I didn't expect him to have such a bad reputation. I thought what I heard was biased," I said, surprised. "He has rectal cancer now. He probably won't last much longer," I informed Anson.