Hank X Connor Novels & Stories

“You’ve talked to him a hundred times.” Still, this was different. By the time headlights swept across our driveway, I nearly jumped. My dad called from the kitchen, “You going out, Em?” “Yeah,” I said, grabbing my small purse. “Just a movie.” He smiled knowingly. “Be back before ten-thirty.” Outside, Connor’s car idled in the soft orange glow of the streetlight. He stepped out when he saw me, dressed in a simple black shirt and jeans, his hair slightly messy — effortlessly perfect.

I can tell mom is pissed, but I can hear Frank, who is just as pissed. “Is everything ok?” I ask. “Oh, hi, honey. Yes, everything is fine. Frank and I were just having a discussion about what had been going on. He has been watching the guys, and they seem to be talking a lot with three men that we don’t know.” Mom answers. “I can tell you who those men are. They are Sean, Doug, and Zach. Doug is Kylynn’s father, while Sean is Tianya’s father. Zach is Gabe’s dad, and he is their cousin.” I explain.

"I thought you would've chosen Mean Girls instead." I chuckled, and shrugged my shoulders. "Well Channing Tatum and Dave Franco are in these movies. They're amazingly hot!" A deep growl rumbled through his chest and that caused me to laugh hysterically. "You're cute when you get jealous." I pinched his cheeks but he pulled away. "Okay, love birds. The movie is starting. So shut up!" Daniel yelled towards us. Aaron didn't take that lightly because he tried to get up but I pulled him down.

His gaze meets mine. "Katherine Collins. It's a pleasure, Mr. Coleman." I offer a handshake, still amazed at how young he is, among other things. The square jaw, the stubble, and the blue, almost gray, eyes were a combination that made his face perfect. "Just Niels, please. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Collins. I am the Chief Marketing Officer, and I believe we'll be meeting frequently from today onwards." "You're the CMO of Ryan? Excuse my surprise... it's just that I expected someone less young."

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

He nodded. Hunter bit him, waited for the twitching to stop, then bit his own hand and offered his blood. The man staggered to his feet. Mid-thirties, decent looking. “You saved me,” he said. “I’m Hank.” “Hank, you know how to be loyal?” Hunter asked. Hank nodded. “Then you’re with me. Let’s go.” N&S Company

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.

His eyes widen up, and he comes out of the room. Connor goes to the kitchen, but he hears some begging at the other side. Butler Robert is silent when looking at him, and even his maids are shutting their mouths up. The butterflies inside his stomach are landing on the lining—giving him an itchy feeling. Connor runs at the side garage. He witnesses Paul was pinned on the car. “Brother!” He goes to Lincoln while Paul is begging out the hell of him. “I did some research and your husband is a drug trafficker before. I don’t cultivate you to become a sore, Connor….” Lincoln said coldly as always from his low baritone voice.

“You too. I haven’t seen you since you jumped out of a moving car.” “I landed on my feet.” He grins and winks at me. Goddess be damned, I am blushing like an idiot. Evander clears his throat and glares at Flynn, who doesn’t seem to care about what Evander thinks, let alone has to say, about his proximity to me. “Kenna, this is Agent Connor,” Evander says as he motions to Connor, who is also an extremely good looking man with short dark hair and striking blue eyes. Connor gives me a quick nod in greeting and sits down beside Evander.

Hannah asks awkwardly while staring at the ground instead of at Evan. He opens his mouth to answer her question when the sound of someone clearing their throat catches their attention. They turn their heads to see the brunette girl holding a piece of paper in her hand and smiling slightly. "Uh hey, uhm...I came to talk to you about your brother...I'm Connor, by the way, nice to meet you..uhm" Connor fumbles nervously with his fingers as he speaks, "I' ve heard a lot about you, so yeah um I think you should read this letter. That is if you want to. I won't force you to or anything..I just thought maybe it would do you good.."