Gaston Novels & Stories

Gaston was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, that permanent smirk etched on his face like he already knew what I was about to say. “Send a message to the board right now,” I said, not wasting time. “Concerning the pin.” Gaston tilted his head, his eyes narrowing with amusement. “Ah,” he drawled, “I think I know what you’re trying to do.” I raised a brow at him. “Do you now?” His smirk deepened, slow and lazy. “You’re baiting. You want Teddy’s father to react.”

The furnitures in the room and the private balcony stashed with vintage wines. I hadn't noticed when the maids left, shutting the door behind me. I jerked and rushed to open the door but it wouldn't open. I tugged at the diamond shaped knob, banging slowly to draw their attention. My heart throbbed violently and my legs trembled as I kept banging for help but nothing. Nothing until there was a sound. The chill rustling of a foot scraping on the floor. A figure stepped out of the shadow with an aura that sent a chill down my spine.

I hadn’t realized how deep this went, how trapped he must have felt. "Gaston didn’t see it that way, though," Erin continued, his voice thick with regret. "He wanted to go home. He thought maybe he could slip back, keep his head down, and disappear. But he never made it. They intercepted him in Kavistan and eliminated him before he could even set foot on home soil. And I know... I know he gave them my name before he died. He must have. That’s why they’ve been hunting me ever since."

Did she just curse? “Casa vuoi?” He asked while biting his lips. Surprisingly I was able to understand him because of the workers who normally used Italian around the house. “Don't fucking bullshit me, where is Gaston? Non abbiamo molto tempo. Siamo in fuga, porca miseria. (We don't have much time; we are on a run, for fucks sake.” “Gaston left yesterday, for the racecar tournament. Tomorrow, maybe he come back.” His English was barely complete but we could make sense of it. I guess he can't speak English very well.

Levi was gifted like that, he could get in anywhere, and you never heard him coming. “I’ll be back in a bit. I know you’re going to need some Scotch for tonight’s bullshit meeting,” Levi said, and walked out again. Malachi smiled, and shook his head. Levi was right though. Malachi walked to the living room, planning on getting himself a drink, when he spied the man standing with his back toward him. The stranger was gazing out of the window. He had light brown hair and stood about 6’2” tall.. The stranger turned around, and Malachi noticed the fern like marks on his left arm. It started at his wrist and went all the way up to his neck. “Malachi Sinclair.”