Infamous Cole Macgrath Mga Nobela at Kwento

In my experience, a man who appears to want nothing in a room full of men who want everything is the most dangerous person there. I had asked Marcus about him afterward. Marcus had told me his name was Cole Mercer. Former Nightfang Pack enforcer. Expelled two years before the summit under circumstances that nobody was willing to discuss openly. He had been operating as an independent contractor in rogue territory ever since, taking jobs that established packs preferred not to put their own names on. A man like that didn't show up at your border for personal reasons. He showed up because someone was paying him to. "Is he in custody?" I asked, my voice completely quiet.

“Describe him.” Mickey licked his lips, eyes darting again. “Tall, tidy hair, too bloody white teeth. Kinda smarmy, ken? Talks wi’ that… eh… American twist.” Declan’s jaw tightened, and I could see the moment the pieces clicked for him. “It’s that wee fuckin’ MacLeod’s ex, aye?” The second he said it, I knew he was right. Cole. The smug prick had followed us here. And that meant one thing....the game had just changed.

Rashid walked around to stand behind him, his piercing black eyes digging holes in his back in suspicion. "Cole, what were you doing when Mrs. MacIntyre went missing from the mall?" He asked and Hunter's face became more serious. He knew where this was going. "In my studio... Sculpting a commissioned project." Cole answered before Hunter intervened. "What about the time when we went to the factory in search of Mr. MacIntyre? You were there at the cemetery and then you suddenly vanished. And before that when we were searching for Mr. MacIntyre, you were messaging someone but when I asked who... You said it's no one."

Lucas faintly said as he looked at Cole. Cole paused momentarily, shocked as he looked at Lucas. He wondered if he had misheard him. 'This ordinary person dares comment that I said too much?' "Hey brat, do you know who am I?" Cole fixed his stare on Lucas and said coldly. "Oh? Who might you be?" Lucas let out a smile. "I'm Cole Morgan, one of the three geniuses of Anchorage college. My dad's a core member of the council of Anchorage Base City and is also one of the ten powerhouses of Anchorage Base City."

he repeats, tone low and measured, “must live in a very exclusive part of town if he can find Marco’s private studio.” Cole straightens, their eyes locking , two predators in the same cage. “I’ve heard of you,” he says easily, the smile in his voice edged with something sharper. “Hard not to. The famous Dante Morelli. Billionaire. Business mogul. Mafia prince.” He tilts his head slightly. “Quite the résumé.” Dante’s jaw flexes. “And you are?” “Someone who knows how to find people,” Cole replies, voice calm but deliberate. “And how to protect them.” His eyes flicker to Amara briefly, a taunt wrapped in concern.

He was terrified that Walter had dredged up the pointless report he had babbled earlier. "Find me a picture of Cole, the gambling legend who took Ashiana by storm," ordered Walter. 'Great, another headache,' Oscar thought, mopping his brow. Why did every assignment have to be so tough? "I've tried to dig up Cole's picture before, out of curiosity. There were some in the old newspapers, but they were too fuzzy to make out. Rumor has it he was quite the looker in his youth, charmed his way into the local mob, and married the boss's daughter. Supposedly, that was how he made his name."

“Man, I’ve seen your boys. They definitely are some good looking boys, but I think they got most of their looks from their mother. She’s a lot prettier than you.” Marcus was standing there still checking people in, and he turned and asked Alpha Cobb what pack he said her ex was from, and Cobb told him, “Claw Mountain.” “What is his name?” “Why?” Maddox and Cobb asked at the same time. “Because I checked the Claw Mountain Pack in about a half hour ago.” Alpha Cobb said, “Stephen MacGregor.” Marcus looked back through the clipboard and sighed. “Yeah, we are going to have a problem.” He looked up at Maddox, his expression grim. “Is Zyan playing in the games this year?”

Of course. "He's in meetings," Cole said, "but he'll tell you the same thing I'm telling you. Listen to McKnight because he's the best at what he does." "Are you the best?" Something dark crossed his face. "I used to be." "What does that mean?" "It means I'm good at keeping people alive now." The kitchen felt too small, too warm. I could smell his coffee. See a scar on his neck. There was something about him that made it hard to think straight.

One of the Draytons stood up and said, "Sir, I've already looked into this. According to my contacts, Andy had gotten arrested because of a conflict with a man named Liam Cole. Liam Cole not only beat Andy up but summoned Howard Mosier to arrest him! He was also the one who ordered Howard to send us this letter, and no doubt it was him who leaked this news to the media!" "This is outrageous! Find out who this Liam Cole fellow is! The sheer nerve of him to disrespect us so outright!" Richard roared. "Sir, I've already found out all I can about him. Liam Cole is just an ordinary civilian. He used to be the heir of the noble Cole family, but after their demise seven years ago, he vanished into

Lucas Monto Grampa Lucas- "Cole?" Cole - "Grandpa, Sara's disappeared with my kids, please... please help me."