Gavin Rossdale Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chris walked in, holding a case of beer and a bag of food. It took everything ounce of control I had to just shake his hand and not just snap his neck. Claude seemed to be expecting it was well, he was watching out interaction tensely. Behind him, Harrison, his beta waved. “This place is pretty cool though. If you like the cabin-in-the-woods vibe.” I smiled. “It gives me something to do on my off days.” Chris shook his head. “Shaving, doing construction, taking days off? Who are you and what have you done with my friend?”

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

“He’s not reaching out because of you. He’s reaching out because of Gavin.” Enemy of My Enemy Later that day, Claire met with Daniel in Adrian’s lower-level operations room—an off-the-books command center where sensitive discussions took place away from prying eyes. Daniel stood by the digital wall screen, zooming in on a chart filled with interconnecting names, business ties, shell companies, and political donations. “At the center of Gavin’s new operations is a dummy firm called Calderon Systems,” he explained. “It’s been bankrolling his latest expansions. It’s also been linked to Douglas Raines through a Hong Kong-based affiliate.”

I looked away. Who was I fooling? Gavin was a doctor but he had musician friends and he was also the one who connected me to them that made me who I was today, it was all thanks to him, but I was not only staying here because I want to stay by Russeli's side, I was honestly not done with the music. I heard him exhale sharply and he leaned back to his chair. "You are the boss and I am just a novice." I looked at him and he flashed me a smile, it was a half-hearted smile and it was obvious he didn't want to drag the argument any further.

Just as he was about to kiss me again, I halted him and looked at his phone. "Why don't you answer the call?" I asked, and he averted his gaze, avoiding eye contact. I couldn't help but wonder who had called him to provoke such a reaction. Curiosity got the better of me, and I picked up his phone, discovering the name "Drake" displayed on the screen. "Who is Drake?" I inquired, and he simply stared at me, his voice filled with anger. "He's a long-time friend, a betrayer. I've told him never to call me, and I don't feel like answering his call."

I went near the window to check where the sound came from. I was shocked when I saw Gavin grinning as he held the guitar with him. Beside him is a middle-aged woman who is also smiling as if supporting whatever he's doing right now. "Hello, Rebecca Dale." He greeted as he waved his hand. My goodness! What is it this time, Gavin?

She wiped the tears out of her eyes before standing up. "Dinner will be done in an hour or so." She smiled once again before leaving the room. I got up from the bed, walking over to the window again, I stumbled back in shock to see that a tall, young man stood outside. He had his back pressed against a black porshe and his hands on his hair,seemed he was talking on the phone. He had raven black hair and wore black slacks with a black buttoned down shirt, his sleeves were rolled up so you could see the well built biceps that adorned his cute body.

And somehow, that unnerved me more than anything else. “Did you plan all this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Alessandro helped,” he admitted. “But the idea was mine. I couldn’t let you see or hear of this. So, I had him taking care of most of it.” I laughed softly. “The mighty Alpha… taking advice on dates?” He shrugged, faint amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Even an Alpha can learn. An aspect that I never saw as important before. It never really mattered.”

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I looked at the phone for a second as I stood in front of a blind spot, knowing that I needed to stay away from the cameras. -Done, you have three minutes. His response was almost instant, and I knew that they were waiting for me. I checked the time before I put my phone back in my pocket, knowing that my time was limited and that I had to get out of here to ensure that they didn’t see the path that I took. The last thing that I needed was them tracking the cameras toward the pack, and knowing the Alpha of Alphas, the Russian Pakhan, Dean Ivanov, I knew that it would happen.