Greg Harden Audiobook Novels & Stories

"I know you are in there, I can smell your wretchedness. I'll be back tomorrow, you better be home with my money." He always says that. Mr Hart may have a blunt manner of speech, but he could never hide how vulnerably soft his heart is. Maybe it was from the recent heart attacks, which were more frequent than usual; for his age, it wasn't very uncommon, as it left Adrian wondering if by sixty three he'd also be in and out of the hospital for heart related cases?

Harden is his right hand man and also his best friend, he's the only one who can talk to him and make him do things. "Radon, If it's okay with you let's...." Harden was saying when Radon cut him shut. "I'm not ready for any drink, I'm heading home" He said. Harden bowed and handed him the car keys, he collected it and storm out of the warehouse. His hand was stained with blood but he doesn't seem to care. He misses his Barbie doll and he hope she won't be mad at him for so long.

He pressed play. The video flickered to life — a dimly lit room, a man sitting before the camera, his shirt crumpled, his face pale with fear. It was Mr. Hardin, the CEO of Haven and Co. Sweat trickled down his temples as his trembling hands clutched the edge of the table. “My name is Patrick Hardin,” he began shakily. “And I….I want to confess everything I’ve done.” His voice cracked, the weight of his words already crushing him.

"Remember to come and report for work on the first of the month, Mr. Gavin Carter. And don't be late." After listening to the other person on the line, I responded politely and said, "I understand, and I will be there on time. Thank you." I recalled Jett Leroy's arrogant face this morning as I hung up, and I couldn't stop myself from wanting to laugh out loud. He still didn't know that I'd already found myself a new job at the Audit Commission, and I had already been planning to resign over the next two days anyway.

Vanguard Group International, as a coherent corporation, is not coming back from this. Whoever Heinrich was talking to on the other end of that satellite phone, is going to wake up tomorrow with a substantially different problem. Tariq makes pasta. Oba opens a second bottle of rare scotch. Max tells a story about a hunting trip in Norway that I’ve heard four times and is still funny. Saint flirts shamelessly with Tariq, who threatens to suture his mouth shut if he doesn’t stop being a tease who won’t put out. Butcher is asleep in his chair by ten.

I eyeball the man as he enters the room, watching as his eyes glance over the machines and tubes, and needles attached to Hardin. "The last time we spoke was almost seven years ago, I never would have imagined that this would be the reason we see each other again." The man says, his tone grim. I merely gaze with weariness, untrusting the man no matter what blood he shares with my mate. Hardin is more vulnerable than ever right now, it wouldn't take much to finish him off. "There are so many things that I wish I had told him." He doesn't touch Hardin, merely examines him as to put the image of his son to memory.

“ Why can't you listen to us for once. These people are just looking for a perfect time and place to get rid of you for real. “ Hardin complained “They can't do anything about it now. I recorded the whole conversation , I'll clear up the rumors . “Emily said yawning “ I'll be posting it at night , the other recording needs to be heard too.” Emily said getting up from the seat Emily played the first recording. “ SHE'S DEAD , I WATCHED HER TAKE HER LAST BREATH. I BURIED HER .” Emily listened to the recording again and again until Hardin took it away from her .”Don't listen to all this stuff . I'll handle it, wait here and I'll take you to get ice cream.” Hardin said Emily fell asleep and Har

the guy cried, as he raised the gun again. I saw the indecision on his face fade as he made up his mind to shoot. His face hardened, and his jaw tightened. Without hesitation, I pulled the trigger on my assault rifle. The shot smashed the window in the building opposite me, shattering glass everywhere. The glass hit the floor a second before the guy's dead body did.

My voice doesn’t crack this time. Hardin’s smile widens—not warm, but victorious. “Good girl.”

“He got you bad, didn't he?” I don't understand what Giovanni is saying. My ears are ringing. But in an instant, the gentleness is gone. He releases me and he's on Hardin. He throws a few punches... that snap Hardin’s head back. I stand there, watching. Even though the sound of fist meeting flesh is sickening, I just keep mute. Hardin tries to block, but he’s slow. And when I remember that Hardin isn't so strong... I mean... Noah did a number on him when they fought... the panic finally cuts in.