Garrett X Steve Novels & Stories

His bare foot slightly touched the flowing water. “Shit!” Matt exclaimed. “Jesus,” Williamson murmured and crossed himself. “Damn, look like that guy got worked over pretty good,” one of the cops from the Phoenix K-9 unit said. He looked over at Matt whose face was beet red with rage. “You knew him?” “Yeah. I knew him,” Matt said through gritted teeth. ------- Jackie lay naked on her back on a wood table in a booth at Garvey’s. With her eyes closed and her legs wide, George’s head bobbed up and down in her pussy.

Garrett, I thought, looking at his face, the sharp jaw, the dark skin, those grey eyes that hadn't softened once. His name is Garrett Wave. Lucas biggest competitor on the rink and the alpha of the Fornon pack. I swallowed hard, this was what happened when you get drunk Tamara "Thank you," I said when I finished eating. My voice was more steadier than I felt. "For the food. And for…" I gestured vaguely at the room, at him, at everything. He nodded. Like I'd said something obvious he already knew. I stood up, found my clothes folded on the chair, he'd folded them and dressed quickly. When I reached the door, I turned back.

"Alpha Garrett was just leaving." Garrett looked between Morgan and Lola. His jaw was tight. His hands were clenched. "This isn't over," Garrett said. "Yes, it is," Morgan said. Garrett pushed past him and walked out of the bathroom. He brushed past Cara in the hallway without saying anything. His footsteps echoed as he headed back toward the main room. Cara waited until he was gone. Then she stepped into the bathroom doorway. Lola was still pressed against the sink. Her face was pale. Her breathing was fast.

“Alpha Nightwhisper, what a pleasure to have you here. Oh – and Ms Moonriver, of course.” “A pleasure,” I lied dryly. “Come, come, let me introduce you to some of the key stakeholders here in town,” Garrett said to Azrael, steering him forward with a proprietary hand at the small of his back. I fought to keep the distaste from my expression. Azrael’s face, like mine, was a professional mask. But I knew him well enough by now to sense exactly how little he thought of this man.

Garrett, lead partner for this deal and the one who really needed to give Neo the signature, was one of those men who really didn't trust easily and wanted everyone to know it. He addressed Irina between starter and main course, in that slightly perfunctory tone wives get in business dinners - as if expecting nothing useful, merely testing the air,

I raise my eyebrow and smirk. “What? You’re overconfident!” She laughs at the end. I extend my hand for a handshake. “So, friends?” Her face breaks into a beautiful smile. Suddenly, the room lights up. The tension vanishes into the thin air. Then shakes my hand. “Friends.” Baby steps, Samantha. Baby steps. “Well, that was easy,” Garrett says with a beer bottle in his hand. “You, asshole, you’re eavesdropping.” I glare at him. He just chuckles and looks amused. “Nothing to eavesdrop, idiot. Both of you need to get hurt first before you realize that it actually does.”