Griffin Dunne Novels & Stories

Nic looked at me and I hated that I was thinking about the cabin, which meant my face was not as serious as it should have been. I nodded to avoid them staring too long. "You need to tell us everything." "Ok. Fatty is my boss." he held onto the wound on his thigh that was gushing blood and at that rate, He would die from the wound infection than from any bullet I was going to shoot him with. "Does fatty have a real name?" He blinked once, twice and I stepped closer, catching a whiff of something unpleasant from him. "Finn Connolly. But we all call him fatty, everyone calls him fatty."

The men were glued to the television. Ten minutes later, nothing unusual was broadcasted by the anchor rather than news highlights and excerpts. “Someone is playing games with me,” David said. He grabbed the remote and was about to turn off the TV when the anchor said something that grabbed his attention. “Griffin Dane, one of New York’s business moguls has requested for a two-minute life address after following our protocols. We will have him after the break.” The 30 seconds commercial break felt like an eternity for David and Leonard.

“Why are you looking at me so alertly? I won’t do anything to you right now.” What he said sounded like he wanted Fane to be at ease, yet it was a complete power show. Fane frowned; this person did not come bearing good intentions. He had no idea who this person was as he had only joined the Dual Sovereign Pavilion recently. He could not have offended a chosen disciple, either. Fane could only gesture politely with his hands out of his mannerism. “May I know who you are?” Griffin raised his eyebrows. “I’m a chosen disciple, Griffin Olsen. Remember this name; you’ll be hearing it often in the future.”

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

He greeted shakily. " You should sit " Maximo said gently before breathing out smoke. " What is it? " " It's Zainy " " Zainy ? What happened to him? " " Uh... Since three days now, Zainy has disappeared from the face of the Earth " Upon hearing this Maximo stop smoking. He pulled away his cigarettes and dropped it on the it's rightful place. Zainy is the New York Mafia Boss and he has been maximo's friends for years.

She wouldn't pass up a chance to make him miserable. Liam decided to just stay quiet, as he didn't want to look like a complete asshole in front of everyone, so he just smiled faintly. Mr. Griffin turned and looked at Liam, with a surprised expression. Surprised to learn that Megan's brother was married to the famous Erin Lopez. With a smile on his face, Liam stretched out his arm to Mr. Griffin. "Hi, I'm Liam, I'm sure Megan Danvers has told you about me," Liam said nicely, firmly shaking Mr. Griffin's hand.

I responded, raising from where I sat. Griffin cut me off guard when he brought out his Alpha rod as he raised it up. “I, Griffin Jackson. The alpha of red moon pack pronounced you as my successor of La Vince Entertainment.” He pronounced with all authority given unto him.

"You've never really been in a kitchen like this before so how does it feel like now that you're in a professional's workplace? Is it very different from what you imagined it to be?" Tynan grinned easily now that he wasn't under so much pressure. The restaurant owner was also a rather friendly person even if he was loud. Griffin, as Tynan learned, used to be a chef in a restaurant owned by a seven-star hotel. He had certificates behind his name but decided that he had enough working for the bastards in the management. After saving a huge sum of money that he won from various cooking competitions, Griffin retired and set up a restaurant of his own - Apple Soup.

“What? Nothing to say? For someone who made such a huge bid, you’d think he would at least try to defend himself. Don’t you think?” “Shut the hell up, Damon!” I snap, quickly standing up from my seat. “I don’t know what you’re trying to prove here, but trust me, you’re only making a joke of yourself. You think you can take on someone like Griffin?” I laugh. “You don’t have what it takes.” Damon’s face darkens instantly. “And what exactly makes him so special, huh? You think just because he throws around big numbers, he’s untouchable?”

My new nephew Griffin Mennetti smiles up at me like the happy baby he is and I wish my family could act more like him. My older sister Trisha, better known as Trish, recently married Connor Mennetti and their baby is only a month old. We were hoping Griffin could help mend old rifts, but that hasn't quite happened yet. My family, the Volkanov's, and his family, the Mennetti's, have been rivals for hundreds of years, going all the way back to Prohibition.