Fox Mccloud 소설 & 이야기

Sasha scoff at her father view of Xander. " Mom is the only one that could get through to him, I'm tired of trying to love everything he does and not scold,I want to see her" " That'll be tomorrow"she nod " He won't let you see her if I don't talk to him" "Yeah" Sasha roll her eyes. *** Micah watch from his phone the news of the hour about Mack securities set ablaze by some unknown person,he wipe the sweat off his face,he couldn't believe all of this was happening today.

He made his way through the would-be guards of the establishment and found himself face to face with Vec Tanner, the leader of the Coyotes himself. Vec Tanner Dawkins was a typical no-good self-mutilating, drug-popping, so-called "realist", that seemed to always be in the worst place at the worst time since childhood. Word was he was abused so badly by every foster service that took him in that he ended up killing several of the family members before running away and becoming a Coyote.

Mom called dad and had him, and Crusher come out to help sober him up while the old ladies helped Abby out by cleaning and getting her an actual meal. I hated the MC for the trouble they brought the innocent. Dad and I got into plenty of arguments over what I thought the club was responsible for. Watching Abby try and hold it together while feeling completely alone, was something I would never want to be a part of. That feeling never changed until Austin helped morph the club into what it is today.

MC and I sat next to each other while her mom and dad sat next to each other across us. “Let me explain” MCs’ mom started to talk but MC interrupted her “What happened to the guy you were dating, the Texas Oscar Marvel guy?” she asked but neither of then gave her an answer so I did. “MC, I thing he is Oscar Marvel.” So we knew that Oscar Marvel sounded unreal but we didn’t expect him to be MCs’ father. “Sweetie” said her mom “I know this could be a bit hard to swallow but…” “For how long” MC interrupted her with a question.

Moana’s POV The sudden, chaotic intrusion broke the standoff like a hammer hitting glass. Jax let out a startled, guttural roar of pure agony as the small mountain fox tore into his eyes, its claws ripping through the fresh scar tissue on his snout. The rogue’s jaws snapped open instinctively, releasing Marta’s limp form as he thrashed wildly, trying to dislodge the tiny, furious blur of orange fur from his face. "Eldrick! Now!" I screamed.

AXEL POV The air inside the visitation terminal of the Florence Federal Penitentiary tasted exactly like ozone, industrial floor wax, and heavy, institutional despair. I sat down on the bolted steel stool, the reinforced plexiglass barrier in front of me cold, thick, and smudged with the greasy fingerprints of a hundred broken families who had sat here before me. This was the first time I had traveled into the jagged heart of Colorado to visit Marcus since the day the U.S. Marshals had loaded him into the back of a blacked-out transport van in Prague, officially liquidating the Moretti name from the face of the earth.

“How are you now, bro?” He smiled weakly. “Alive. What had happened to me?” Camille explained everything to him. They both shared a knowing look. Maddox released a deep sigh. It was time to take the matter into his own hands, even if it meant going against his family. “Call Dean McKnight, the famous private investigator. I want him to investigate my case.”

I take a deep breath like Maverick did and then I release it. "Yes, Misty, I'm indeed a fox," I manage to get out with a weak smile. "Thanks for remembering." Maverick coughs and I know he's trying desperately to cover up the urge to laugh. Misty smiles big and wide like she's accomplished all her life goals and thinks I'm her biggest supporter. I think I'm going to throw up. By the end of this conversation, I guarantee I'll have no lives. "It looks like I'll be hanging around for awhile," I tell them with fake politeness and pleasantries. Oh, I really do want to throw up! "Mav and I decided to walk down memory lane--"

I reached out and, as carefully as possible, wiped away her tears. “I know,” I said, hating to admit it. Because when I did, all of this could have been avoided if only--- I took a deep breath and started at the beginning… “The MC has a very strict rule about--- pedophiles,” I said, barely getting the word over my lips. “Rabbit was molested as a kid by his mother, and Prez came from an abusive home where he had to watch his father and uncle molest his two older sisters. Even Knives has his own story with women, and it doesn’t end pretty.” I clenched my jaw, hating the memories that flashed behind my eyes…