Finn Collins Novels & Stories

He muttered and heard Collin laughed softly. "Don't you believe on what you can do? You're a great cop, Rig, just use your head and you'll find it out in no time." He encouraged him making Rig smile sheepishly. "Is that your way of flirting with me?" He joshed. "If so, it's working." He added with a laugh. Collin was about to say more when a cab stopped before the vehicle, Finley stepped out of it with her casual, classy, fashionable way of clothing when attending school.

“Gunner.” Collin nodded grimly. “He’s not done with you yet.”

29, 1999, Essex, England Address: 15 Guild Street, House Number 43, Windest Road, Chelsea, SW10 Via Fernanda Caracciolo 23, Milano Mobile No: +1 270-5283-4061, +39 338 123 2367 Bank: European Chartered International Bank, 43d King's Rd, London SW3 4LX, United Kingdom. Standard European Bank Limited, Romano Building, Via Mike Murerò, 13, 20328 Milano MI, Italy. Acct. No.: 98793: £ 15.43 balance £ 213.37 balance Social Security No: 973-35-4290 Occupation: Undergraduate Student, University Of Milan. Criminology/Social Justice Major GPA: 4.0 Prior Education: The Hampshire High School Employment: One-Shot Photography Studio, Milan Father:

"Darling Tove, can I have some of your meat, darling?" "You'd best be chatting about the bacon I can smell, Dracealina, or we're going to have some more words," Finn said as he walked around the corner. His Irish accent a song on the morning currents of air conditioning. He wiped sweat from his face and neck with a towel. His towering height put my six-five triplets to shame. The man had to be close to seven feet tall. And considering Drace was just an inch shy of my own five-ten, they made an odd pairing. Which didn't even take into account their personalities.

RYDER Wilson cuts Mell a little deeper, but he doesn't anticipate an attack from both sides. Finn closes his jaw around his leg, snapping his femur. He cries out and sinks to his knee, and I don't waste time. I grab his face between my hands and break his neck. His limp body falls over and I step back, shaking from head to toe. Finn shifts back and his eyes meet mine. I part my lips to speak, but I can't get a single fucking word out.

******* “Hello, I have completed a background check on Mr. Collins. CONFIDENTIAL BACKGROUND CHECK Subject: Rebecca Collins Hart (née Rebecca Collins) Age: 26 Marital Status: Married to Mr. Collins Hart Previous Marriage: Former wife of Mr. Luke Occupation: Entrepreneur Estimated Net Worth: $10 Million Family: Orphan. Both parents died under mysterious circumstances. No siblings or children. Education: College graduate. Studied Entertainment. Criminal Record: None found. Assets: Multiple investments. Luxury vehicles. Residential properties. Pet: Animal lover. Current pet: Coco. Public Reputation: Well respected by friends and business associates. Nicknamed "Homewrecker" by some enemies, thoug

"I said hot. You said crush. Fascinating." "Drop it." Objectively, I can’t deny that Noah Hunter is hot. Raven black hair, jade green eyes, long inky lashes, every muscle perfectly defined. He’s not bad if you’re into that kind of thing. Pity he’s such a dick. Finn’s smiling into his beer in a way that makes it clear he’s not dropping the subject for long. I change the subject before he thinks of more bullshit to torture me with. "You said you'd ask around about the people going missing out of town. What'd you turn up?"

Collins is one of the first people I hit it off with since arriving at Rixon High, I consider him a friend so far since he hasn’t tried to ask for random favors or outrageous money loans from me like a few other guys from the team. I’m usually generous with my wealth, after all even if I were to give a thousand dollars to each student in Rixon High I would still be a billionaire. However, asking me for a fifty grand loan for your distant aunt’s surgery two minutes after meeting me for the first time is just ridiculous. This was part of the conversation starter between I and Zachary, one of the guys in the team. "A ten inch rod?" I say, replying to Collins question with a chuckle and he laugh

"You come here dressed like that and bother someone else's wife... Where's your shame? Leave right away! This is our business, not yours." "Mr. Web, I'll leave," Finn responded with a sneer that made him look like he was making fun of him. “Nose broken, shirt missing. What do you suppose the press will say if they take a picture of this? Want to retain your good name? Then come with me outside. I can't promise what headlines I'll give them if not.”

Then a car pulled up beside the van. Zayn’s jaw tightened. Finn stepped out, not in a suit, but in casual pants and a sweater, looking effortlessly at home. He watched as Axel sprinted to meet Finn. Finn’s face lit up with a genuine, easy joy Zayn had never seen on him before. He bent down, caught Axel mid-run, lifted him high, spun him once, and settled him against his chest. Axel wrapped his arms around Finn’s neck and began chattering instantly.