Jim Hutton Freddie Novels & Stories

“The day after they went, I found out the cops caught them, they tried running, and were shot on the spot.” Their images were etched on the back of my mind, too. Freddie’s dark hair, long and barely neat, covered half of his face anytime he let it down, so he tied it up with a band he picked off the floor. His hazel eyes were always sparkling with curiosity about how something was built, and most times, he would talk about how he would live when he finally became a CEO—how he loved suits. Funny Freddie was what I called him. “FF. That’s what I will call my company. Thank you, Aleron.” His boyish voice resounded in my head.

Jade says before running out laughing, leaving me to deal with these men who are looking at me for an answer. “You two can talk to your mates about this one, I have training!” I take a sandwich and run out of the door laughing. Wyatt mind links me, “I’m ravenous, so be prepared tonight and be ready to become my personal smorgasbord, don’t think for one second that I didn’t catch on, the guys know now how you girls and your dirty minds work. James is chasing after Amelia, her wolf didn’t react well,” He laughed. “I was hungry after our morning get-together, and I was just messing with the girls, I riled them up I suppose,” I laugh.