Johnny Lawrence And Daniel Larusso Novels & Stories

Noel's Mansion “Give me all the information about Jacob Hayden Al Jassem! Everyone without exception!” Daniel ruled Marvel furiously. His emotions were still burning with anger and great revenge. Already bottles of alcoholic beverages he drank that night after returning from the party. Still wearing a party suit still attached to his broad body, Daniel is now sitting with a frustrated face at his office desk. It's still like a dream when he remembers his meeting with Lucy Watts and Jacob Hayden last night.

“But if you’re going to barge into my office like a madman, the least you can do is act like you’ve got sense.” “I don’t need a lecture, I need answers. Where is Max?” Alexander stared at him, long and hard. “I’ve been handling this while you were too busy playing god in your penthouse.” “What the—” “Dario,” Alexander cut in, sharp and final. “He’s the one who took him.” Johnny went still for a moment. The weight of the name hit him like a punch to the gut. He was familiar with Dario himself, after all he first worked for the Lucas company under Mr. Lucas before working for Alpha Corp with Alexander.

"Losing 750,000,000 dollars is a big blow, and Graham mortgaged all his assets to the bank. Once this comes to light, he'll be in a tough spot." "Fat Lawler, I came here for another reason." Daniel stood up and bowed respectfully. However, Fat Lawler waved his hand and smiled. He didn't say a word but motioned for Daniel to follow him. They strolled down a lengthy corridor and entered an elegantly decorated room on the side. The guard standing by the door stepped aside upon seeing the two men. "Fat Lawler?" Daniel frowned. "I know what you want to ask." Fat Lawler gestured toward the room. "See for yourself."

The lawyer and Tyler spent a long time in the study without emerging from it. Jean stayed in the playroom with Dorian. Once her son fell asleep, she walked out and saw that the study's door was still shut. She couldn't help but feel puzzled. Anthony was the lawyer who was specially appointed to handle legal affairs related to Larson Group. Normally, he would chat with Tyler for just a few minutes before leaving. But this time, they had chatted for over an hour already. Jean couldn't help but worry, wondering if Larson Group had encountered any problems.

Lara started to run after him to hit him, but Daniel was much faster as they both made a dash behind us, running fast in circles around the fire as Lara tried to catch him to murder him. When Lara ran out of her breath, she shot him a murderous glare, “Your turn, asshat. I will see what kind of Shawn Mendes voice you have. It is your turn to get humiliated.” Daniel threw the mic in our direction, making Alessio catch it instinctively as he grinned, “Neh! I am not singing. When I recited the rules, I was talking about YOU guys. I will be the judge.” He said in a completely normal, proud way.

Morrison sprang up on his full height, his nose flaring in anger like I asked for his throne. "I think it makes every sense, am I right Mr. Jeremy. The law protects my rights?" I looked over my family's attorney. "Mr. Daniel is right otherwise he can claim it in the court and then we'll find ourselves in a mess of legal procedures which will take half a century to declare the judgement, there are high possibilities of Mr. Daniel winning it against you all." Mr. Jeremy cemented my argument with the stamp of law. Cat caught his tongues after listening to Jeremy. He eyed Lucas for a better explanation who in response only shrugged his shoulders in defeat.

“They should understand that not every band is worth the fame in Brooklyn, Fame should be earned by real hard work and integrity.” Before Jordan could respond, the door burst open. And there he was. Luca Moretti. Up close, he was taller than Daniel expected. His brown hair was skillfully unkempt, his jawline sharp enough to cut glass, his piercing grey eyes were breathtaking, and his athletic structure was quite commanding. A designer coat was slung over one shoulder, and his smile was blinding—but Daniel didn't miss the bruise on his knuckles, the fresh cut along his jaw. "Daniel Reyes," Luca said, voice smooth as whiskey. "Finally."

“That’s the dirtiest homework I’ve ever been assigned.” Dr. Lawson leaned back in his chair, composed. “You’ll find it useful. Unless, of course, you prefer to continue losing erections with partners.” The challenge landed like a slap. Daniel’s breath caught, heat pooling low in his gut. This man wasn’t rattled or scandalized in the slightest. He was the picture of control, and Daniel couldn’t tell if it made him want to fight him or fall to his knees. “Fine,” he said tightly. “I’ll do your little assignment. But don’t expect me to bring you a play-by-play of every time I jerk off.”

“Who is he?” Daniel exhaled slowly. “Caruso is well-known in certain circles. He’s not officially listed as the head of anything, but law enforcement files link him to several organized crime groups operating across the UK and parts of Eastern Europe.” “Arms distribution, loan sharking, contract violence, and several suspected homicides,” Daniel continued. “Nothing ever stuck in court. But investigators have been watching him for years.” I stared out the window. “And Julian met with him?” I asked. “Yes.” He replied.

“You are not strong enough for this now.” Lucas gave him a cold look. “You do not get to decide how much truth I can survive.” A silence fell between them. Then Adrian said, “There was a man named Daniel Voss.” Lucas’s mouth went dry. The name landed inside him like a stone dropped into deep water. “Voss,” he whispered. Adrian nodded once. “He worked in legal investigations. Years ago, he found records that could damage men who were building businesses across Varna City.”