Georgia Randolph Novels & Stories

“Meaning?” “My God-fearing assistant, Randall, has spent so much time here and lusted after you so impurely that his wife has filed for divorce. You led him astray.” Randall. The one who paid top dollar for the nastiest lap dances every Saturday night, then attended church every Sunday to repent for his sins? Leaning yet closer to her office, she gave a pouty shake of her head, a moue of disagreement. “God gave these men free choice.”

It's not . Brent ignored his ambiguous ellipsis: Who is she with now, can you find out? She's got a kid, who's she having it with? Sam: That's probably a little hard. Randolph, as he knew him, was a Detroit gangster and a notorious sexual sadist. A year ago, he'd gotten into a fight with Boston gangster Rock, who'd died on the scene, and Randolph had been caught by the police, prosecuted and acquitted after months of litigation. But how could he possibly be with Hermosa if he was a sadist? Elisa, might she be his child?

Georgia asked, chuckling evilly. “I just want to get on with this. I already got you the juiciest gig you could ever get in a year with our TV show,” Brenda tried to negotiate her way out of Georgia’s pawn. “Darling, I will tell you what’s next when I want to. I expect to get that mail,” Georgia said and ended the call, not giving Brenda the chance to say another word. “Whoops, I freaking did it!” Georgia exclaimed immediately, even though she could not wait to get to her room and do the happy dance. “You are the best in the game, Georgia!” Georgia praised herself.

They'd done business together just twice and yet, he was looking forward to having her because she paid generously for his services, unlike some of his other clients. They'd met just once to talk business and that was months ago. The second time she'd hired her, they'd done it over the phone. He wanted to see her this time. The sharp knock on the door caused Randall to jerk to his feet at once. He strode to the door and opened it. A bright-faced brunette stood before him. Randall planted a smile on his face. "Charlotte Baker, welcome to my home." Charlotte entered without a word and settled down on a sofa. She crossed her legs together, assuming an air of superiority.

Leading Randy over, she pointed at each person and introduced them one by one, "This is mommy's best friend, Jade. These are her two children, Charles and Fannie. Jade and I know each other for a long time." Then, she introduced Randy to Jade and the others, saying, "This is my son, Randy." Fannie, being quick-witted, gave Randy a big hug right away. "Hello, Randy! I'm so happy to finally meet you. Patricia has talked about you so much and now I can see you in person." Randy, being used to his solitary nature since childhood, felt overwhelmed by Fannie's enthusiasm. His face turned red, unsure of where to put his hands and feet.

She masked her disappointment well, anticipating Randal’s arrival. “Uh,” Randal started, clearing his throat. “I want to dedicate this to a lady who has inspired me. I have hunted today with Miss Persephone’s b – bravery in mind.” Persephone? Wait, was there another lady with my name that I did not know? I frowned as I looked at Alpha Randal and to my greatest surprise and shock, he smiled at me. It was a small smile that made me curious. What the hell was wrong with this kid!?

"Do you truly not know that Randall wants to work with you?" The name hits me like a physical blow. Randall. The ghost of the drug world. The man who moves more product than some small nations, yet remains hidden, a whisper in the shadows. He’s never worked with any mafia group, preferring his own impenetrable network. The idea of him choosing the Ash Mafia… It’s monumental. A game-changer.

"I'm sorry, Ghe. I was wrong for breaking my promise." "It's okay," Ghea replied, still looking annoyed. "This is the second time Uncle ignored me for another woman, right? First, it was because of Stella and her room freshener. Now, I don't know which woman made Uncle forget our lunch date. Don't think I didn't notice you leaving the office with a beautiful woman this afternoon." Randy nodded. He understood his wife's frustration. "Yes. The woman you saw with me this afternoon was Agista. She's my ex-girlfriend, Ghe."

“So early in the morning… have you had breakfast yet, Mr. Davidson?” Randall spoke calmly, measured: “Thank you. I apologize for the sudden intrusion. There was a misunderstanding last night—Xandra left with Miss Ivey. She has never traveled far before, and she never leaves my side. She wasn’t able to bring her medicine. I ask Mrs. Caldwell’s kindness to tell me her whereabouts. I would be most grateful.” These two were polar opposites. Anna wouldn’t give in to Forrest’s pleading, nor was she swayed by Randall’s polite deference.

Randolf made her his mate later that night. I could feel through the pack link that she was a little nervous and scared about attending tonight, knowing that Alpha Randall would be there and it would be the first time she had seen him since she abandoned his pack. I am surprised once more when I look up and out of the window and see that we have just pulled up out the front of the Grand Hotel once more. The door next to me opens and I get out. I don’t bother waiting for the others to get out as I walk into the hotel and make my way to the enormous ballroom where the charity event is being held.