Fein Travis Scott Meaning Novels & Stories

He’d never understand the true reasons, since we bulked out even more after getting our jags, and that was exactly why we quit. Travis Scott on the other hand was a football god, quarterback and he could do no wrong in that school. Even with the rumours milling around the coach still thought he walked on water. As luck would have it, the prick was in my homeroom and we glared at each other again as he stuck to the opposite side of the class.

I just love being a wolf. “What happened to Travis? I thought he was in the house at the outskirts of the coven," I asked angrily, remembering that I did not see Travis before escaping Burke's men. “We thought so too, boss, but this doesn't seem like Burke. He is not that smart to go know our hideout; I think you were being followed," Scott said, scratching the back of his head. He looked at Travis's body, and I could see the sadness in his eyes. I won't blame him, Travis and Scott became best friends after Burke crowned Travis a betrayal. Scott and Travis had done a lot of things together and they vowed to kill Burke and bring back Travis's Children to the pack.

His tone is smooth like butter and soft like cotton, washing a sense of comfort over me as he speaks. “It’s nothing, Trigger. Don’t worry about it.” I assure him, desperately hoping he buys into the whole facade I’m trying to convey. "I'm Scotty. Trigger is what the streets call me, and you know that, baby girl." "I know, Scotty, I always forget. I knew you as Trigger for so long, it kind of just stuck." "But I like the name, Scotty. It suits you. I can see it." "Oh, yeah? Well, I like how it sounds coming from those pouty lips of yours."

"Even Sam doesn't know a thing?" "Yeah." Scott narrowed his eyes with intrigue. "Perhaps it's a secret that happened overseas. You should ask Tristan about it. Tristan and Grayson often went abroad together, so I'm sure he might know something." "Who's Tristan?" asked Belle. Scott was surprised. "Tristan might just faint if he heard what you just said. His name is Tristan Saunders, and he claims to be the most handsome man in Maltford whom every woman desires." Belle rolled her eyes. "Grayson's the most handsome man I know."

I shrugged. "Are you sure?” He said and walked over to where I stood. He leaned in closer and whispered. "Are you sure, you don’t need me? In your life." He asked. "Very sure." I gulped and moved back. I was trying to get away from him, but he was following me. "So, you don’t need me. You are really fine with the life, you are living?" "Yes." I said. "You know, when you said, I wasn’t man enough to satisfy you, I thought to myself, there is no way, a woman, could resist me. I’m Travis Sinclair. I can satisfy anyone. Women beg me, to take them.” He said with so much pride and arrogance.

I could barely remember the morning, only broken memories of the night before the screams, the clash of steel, and the grief still twisting in my chest. "Travis...?" I whispered, my voice breaking. My mind spun with disbelief. Travis Scott, my dearest friend, the one who had always been there to watch my back, to make me laugh even in our darkest moments, was gone. Gone, as if snatched away by some cruel fate. And all because of this cursed war and the betrayal that has splintered our lives.

The grin on Scott's face had faded into a deadly scowl, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer to Felix. "No, of course I mind," Scott said, cutting Felix off. "Let's not do this here. Today is a good day; I'm sure you are aware. Can we not ruin it for Travis? If not for anything, at least for old time's sake," Felix said, his voice pleading. He didn't understand why Scott was always after Travis. Scott's eyes narrowed as he growled, his voice low and threatening, as he said, "You have no idea who Travis Ashford is."

His gaze is soft, and his eyes are kind as they roam my face while his thumbs brush away the tears from my cheeks. “Harley, baby girl, what’s the matter?” His tone is smooth like butter and soft like cotton, washing a sense of comfort over me as he speaks. “It’s nothing, Trigger. Don’t worry about it.” I assure him, desperately hoping he buys into the whole facade I’m trying to convey. "I'm Scotty. Trigger is what the streets call me, but you can call me Scotty, baby girl." It's Scotty, huh? I can see that.”

Travis said trying to placate Josh. ‘Trav, he is using terms he shouldn’t be using. He’s probing. I don’t know where he stands on this issue but I don’t like this. I have a really bad feeling where he is heading.’ I linked to Travis. With Josh using common trafficking lingo I was afraid that he was trying to sell and the person he was trying to sell was my mate.

“I don’t know. None of this makes sense to me.” “You said he got some money from your father.” “A few thousand, not millions. I suppose he could have started with that, but frankly, I thought Scott never did a day’s work in his life.” He shook his head. “I didn’t know him at all.” “That was his choice.” He raised up a hand and then dropped it back into his lap. “I have Travis looking into Scott’s financials. Oddly enough, he didn’t leave a will.” “So, Scott was S, and he was rich,” I said. “Could he have been behind everything?”