Greg X Rodrick Novels & Stories

Rock frowned. "Trust me, you will need it, " Greg said, clinking their glasses together. Rock was left with no option as he slowly took a sip, but then, he became greedy for more as he ended up downing the drink in one go. "Are you okay?" Greg, whose eyes never left his friend, decided to ask, his voice filled with concern and worry. When Rock's private investigator found it difficult to unmask the face of the man behind the mask, Rock had to consult Greg, who was a skilled hacker. Although Rock's personality was aloof and indifferent, Greg understood Rock very well. And that's why their friendship has lasted for a long time. Greg could feel how sad his friend was.

The rogues were a little trickier for him since those in reality had always appeared fierce. What was different, Xandar realized when he circled a hand around Greg’s neck and lifted him off the ground, was that he smelled his cousin. Sure, he hated the guy but his animal somehow knew that killing and hurting Greg was not on its to-do-list. As they practiced one round after another, they’d even throw in reluctant apologies if they did end up hurting one another, so it was mostly Xandar apologizing to Greg after the manipulation effects wore off.

I groan “ Ooo someones really grumpy today.” Ryan adds catching up to us “ What were you doing? You got out of the car first?” Creed questioned punching him in the arm “ I had to pee if you must know. What are we doing going down the basement?” He said rubbing his arm “ The boss failed to inform us that we caught a rogue while we were gone. And now we are on our way to beat info out of him.” Creed explains hopping down the stairs “ Creed one more smart ass remark and you’ll be joining him”

I tell them before strolling back outside to my vehicle. Marcelo goes with Luca and two of my men while every other person leaves in various vehicles. At the point when we show up at the docks, the men we're supposed to be meeting with are already there. I step out of my vehicle and advance towards the two SUVs that are parked close to one another. "Rodrigo." I greet the man once I'm standing directly before him. Rodrigo is the head of a small gang here in New York. "I'm happy that you could at long last honour us with your presence, Mr. Gattani." He says back and I don't miss the mockery in his tone.

She read the plaque that revealed it was a kukri, gifted from the Nepalese to a Sgt Maddox. Sgt Maddox? She frowned at the name. It was a common name, right? She glanced over at the picture on the wall, a group of brawny uniformed men stared back at her, their faces beaming with pride. She traced her finger over the names at the bottom of the picture, finding the same name. Only this time, it was slightly different, the label read Sgt Zachary Maddox. She followed the position of names, matching it up to Archer’s face. Cara ran to the next picture she found down the hallway, a single photo of him stood to attention in his uniform, the badge on his chest read ‘Maddox’.

It was the confirmation enzo needed, if only to ensure he didn’t put the wrong man’s daughter through the wringer. “Software development,” she said, just like he knew she would. “But he’s retired, now. He tried to start his own company way back when, but it didn’t work out.” Goddamn right it didn’t work out. “He’s done mostly consulting work ever since. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Aron Rumero.”

Finally, I drink the Long Island Iced Tea as my way of reminding myself that I am playing the long game. As I am quickly downing my “tea,” I smell a rogue approaching. There is no law against rogues being in human territory, but I am not exactly excited to be interacting with one right now. I have no choice, though, because he takes a seat on a barstool right next to me. “Xander Ross?” he asks. “What’s it to you?” I ask rudely. He sticks out his hand. “Ellis George.” “What do you want?” I sneer, ignoring his hand. “I’m not in the mood to deal with rogues.”

Jaxson sat down with a sketch pad and finished his description of the killer he described. "Is this the guy who you saw kill Rachel?" Jaxson asked showing him the sketch. Ricky shook his head. "No, he's scarier looking than that. His hair isn't neat and he's got a Khal Drogo kind of face." "Khal Drogo?" "Haven't you seen GOT douchebag?" Klaus yanked Ricky's head back, making him pant out in fear. "I'm sorry? What did you just say? You arrogant little fish face."

He logs onto the supernatural website of torture and clicks on the camera in order to live stream it. "State your name," I tell the rogue as I grab the textured rod and slowly walk behind him. He mumbles something incoherent so I reach forward from behind him and grab his hair yanking it backwards so his face is pulled up looking at the camera. "State your name," I repeat. "Gareson. Gareson Green." He says with his mouth showing his missing teeth. "Tell the people why you are here, Gareson Green." "We attacked your pack," He states clearer this time.

What pulls me from my thoughts is Julia’s hands wrapping around my arm. “Don’t.” I pull away from her. “Oh come on. We’re not doing anything bad.” I can feel it. I look up from her and see her father—Rodrick—staring at us. He’s one of Warrick’s generals and not a man to be trifled with. A man of Alpha blood. He’s older than all the other generals, even older than Warrick, but he doesn’t look frail in any way. Even at his age, he looks menacing, and the scars on his face and body that rival mine make it even more so. A man who saw and survived the cruelty of Warrick’s own father. The way Warrick’s father is talked about, those were the dark ages of this pack. Not even Warrick himself was spar