Gerard Argent Novels & Stories

"I say we get rid of them before they do it again." Gerard's scream of pain interrupted us again as Craig probed his wound. I knew arguing with Tom while Gerard was in pain would be futile. So, I decided to put an end to it before it could continue. I stepped around everyone and stood right in front of him giving him a hard look that left no room for argument.

I waved and smiled at him when our eyes met. The bidding was now at ten million pesos when I heard the old men gossip. “Wait. What the hell is going on here? Isn’t that Anthony over there, the youngest son of Gerard, the owner of Gutierrez Unibank, Incorporated?” “Impossible! I heard his youngest is in Milan right now.” “No. I’m sure that guy is Anthony. I’ve seen that brat many times before. I’ll go ask his father.” Gerard just got here. Luther and I glanced at each other. A smile curved our lips. The main show was about to happen now.

His eyes expanded. "Garrett, like Garrett farms?" "Yes. Now, where is my wife?" "W- w-wife?" "Mrs. Boma Braide Donovan Garrett." Donovan stated coldly. Hearing Boma's name in full like that, Larry's eyes dilated. It seemed like he was going to faint. He stepped back a bit. "Everything is- is- is fine." He stuttered trying to sound reassuring. "If you will wait in the restaurant, she will be with you shortly. We have a VIP lounge that-"

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

Isobel: Anger was a familiar thing to me. I had learned long ago how to fold it neatly, how to press it down until it became something sharp and useful instead of destructive. What Marcel had done, walking out of the ceremony, humiliating Elara without a word, had ignited it all the same. But this was not the moment to let it show. And I knew that showing at all was going to be wrong… I was going to need act smart with this. And my son was proving to me, by the day, that he was not going to give up on that woman.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

He rolled his eyes at Johnny and said, "Yeah? Then what are you waiting for?" Johnny sighed, and Grandpa just rolled his eyes again. "I'm Markus Gravano, grandfather of this dickhead." "I'm Alessia," I said shyly. "I know exactly who you are, my child," he said, looking at his wife with a smile. "Come on, let's get something to eat, shall we?" Clarissa said, much to my relief.

I gushed a little too excitedly. "German Shepherd and he named him Slash," I heard him chuckling to himself, "he thought it was badass name according to him but it's actually one of his hacker terms." So I learned something new. Their eighteen-year-old brother was probably a hacker or something along the lines of one. Ace seemed to be into something more dangerous and deadly and Gunnar seemed to be into the business side of things. He seemed like the type to initiate meetings. But it was all one business. The question remained, what was said business?

Diana pointed out. Cedric saw that the two were starting to argue and tapped the table with the pen he was holding. "I will summarize our discussion. So Fernandes' killer was someone who didn't want Alpha Darren and Luna Diana to unite. He also killed at Pack Delonix, we still have to figure out the reason for this one. Then, the culprit is a man. And lastly, the investigation will focus on the people who once asked Fernandes for help to go to Pack Delonix Did I miss anything?"

"Two hundred thousand dollars is a small price to pay for clearance" Lalo says as he cuts into his garlic butter chicken. Another day another hundred thousand dollars to make off of black market meetings like this. I’m a proud man but if I could have chosen a different life I probably would have done something different or something even a little more creative like becoming a sniper or something. Still something fucker up and dangerous but with more travel and way fucking more down time between kills. "The O'Neils offer the same amount of clearance for half the price" Sandoval argues.