Garrett Jobless Novels & Stories

Jorge didn't stop until he saw Garrett. He leaned on the table, gasping for breath: "I can't be the boss, and you can forget about doing it well too. Just wait and see, hahaha. So what if you catch me? I'll take everything I know with me, and you guys won't get any info at all." "Especially you, Garrett." "You parachuted in, ruined all the work I'd put in for years, and even wanted to use me as a stepping stone to get credit!"

His tall frame was tense, his usually easy going demeanor replaced with concern. “Come in, Rowan,” I said, gesturing to the chair across from me. He strode in and sat down, resting his elbows on his knees. “You look troubled.” “Troubled doesn’t begin to cover it,” I muttered. “I just got word that Garret was spotted in the slums this evening. It seems he went into a den of thugs and came out looking like he’d made a deal with the devil.” Rowan’s brows furrowed. “Garret? He’s Elder Marcus’ man, isn’t he?”

"Now get out before I remind you what happens to wolves who forget their place." For a moment, I thought Garrett would refuse. Would reveal what he knew about my deception and expose me right there. But he didn't. He simply inclined his head, turned, and walked out the door. Kade watched him go, his expression still thunderous. Then, as if flipping a switch, the smile returned. "Sorry about that," he said, turning back to me. "Good help is so hard to find these days." I nodded, my heart still racing from the confrontation. Whatever Garrett had discovered, he was keeping it to himself for now. But why?

"You could make in one month what you're making in six right now. Give Mira the life she deserves. Send her to a good school. Stop living in a place where the shower doesn't work." "We're fine." "You're surviving. There's a difference." I moved toward the door, opened it. "Thanks for the visit. Don't come back." Garrett stood. Walked to the door without hurry. Stopped in the frame, close enough I could smell the cologne he wore—expensive, wrong for someone claiming to care about struggling packs. "Think about it," he said. "The offer stands." He pulled out another card. Same as before—white, just a number.

"Go ahead if you can. Get every company to stop working with me. Even if you succeed, what does it matter? We'll just move out of Jarrowind. "The world's big enough. There are places even Christian Lane can't reach." Christian was momentarily stunned by Garrett's response. "Garrett, you—" Garrett looked at Christian coldly. "Anything else? If not, I'm done here." With that, Garrett slammed the door shut with a loud bang that made Christian's ears ring. Having been completely rejected, Christian clenched his fists tightly. But before he could do anything, his phone rang. It was Lionel calling. Christian answered angrily. "What?"

"You really believe that'll make him give up? The man's had years to build up assets outside that investment, and he hates you! If he can't pay someone to do the job, then he'll come do it himself! He's not just going to sit back and do nothing because he's broke!" Garrett threw up his hands in frustration and stood from the desk. "Well, we'll see what happens," he said flatly. "If we get attacked at the ceremony, that's what you're here for. I've seen you're not exactly useless. And if nothing happens, then you can say goodbye to this job. With Murray neutralized, you've got no reason to be around my son anymore." Max clenched her fists, swallowing her frustration, but didn't answer. There

Garrett groaned. "On the bright side, we saved Christmas for all of our employees," Adam said with a shrug. This was true. Garrett did feel a sense of relief and accomplishment. He always valued his employees whether they were wolves or not. Garrett would be damned if he turned out anything like his father. He wanted his employees to feel valued and he was going to stick to his promise to ensure that happened.

“He told Raines he was going to the authorities. That he had documentation.” I looked at the window. Thomas Morgan. The stubbornness of him. The letter. The quality of a man who learned from being wrong and then did the right thing with the learning. “And Raines responded,” I said. “He made a call,” Reeves said. “To a man named Garrett who has been on the periphery of Raines’s operations for fifteen years. Garrett is a fixer. The kind of person who—” Reeves paused. “Who resolves situations.” The study.

I shift my gaze toward the living room, out the window. Garrett Monroe is a horrible man who uses everyone in his life, including his child, to get ahead. Once the social security checks started rolling in for Tess after her mother’s death, Garrett took it as a sign he didn’t need to work unless he felt like it. The man stayed out most nights, drinking away his daughter’s money. My best friend, heartbroken over her mother and devastated by her father’s actions, had been raising herself since she was nine. "Baby?" Steeling myself, I return my attention and gaze to my mate. "Yeah?"

I even had to wash Jessica's undergarments for her. Gregory came out of the den and noticed I was watching the TV. He seemed flabbergasted. "You're having your day off today?" I replied flatly, "Have you forgotten? I got fired yesterday." Gregory gave a slight nod. "You should go and look for a new job, then. Otherwise, how are we going to pay for our family's living expenses?" Jessica asked me during breakfast, "Sasha, will you be able to find a new job that also pays you more than 20 thousand dollars a month?"