Julius Zimmerman Novels & Stories

"The Zurich network has closed its connections. If someone tries to break into our communication system the encryption key will scramble the data before it even reaches the relays." Julian stepped up behind her. He was very tall, over six feet five inches. His big frame blocked the chill from the stone walls. He was bare-chested. His broad torso gave off a lot of heat in the cool room. He wore trousers that were unbuckled at the waist. His thumbs were tucked into his pockets. His gray eyes were dark and focused. He leaned down. His rough jaw touched her shoulder. His big hands came up to hold her waist.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

That kind of money, he. He could not finish his thought. Next to him, Kelvin was staring at his phone, his eyes growing wider by the second. It was 150 million! Just moments ago, Alexander wired a whopping 150 million into his own account. No joke—he had gone and snapped up Zimler Entertainment!

The gambling’s security itself would be my husband’s job, it would be mine to design the proper system for it. “What are we going to do now?” I asked, shaking my head at Ezra. “Surely you don’t expect that he would just sit and watch until we have killed him, right?” I knew that Killian left the building already. The man’s scent was already fading the further he got away from it, and either way, judging by the number of clatter outsight, talking employees, staples, and typing, I knew that our voices would be muffled. But being careful was mostly always needed.

Sunlight spilled across his oversized office, bouncing off polished wood, catching the silver in his hair. “That’s the gist.” I dropped into the leather chair across from him, crossing one leg casually. “What kind of play is that?” He leaned forward, eyes narrowing. “Did she at least talk to Demarco?” “No.” My head tilted against the chair back. “For what it’s worth, I don’t think it was Allieiberate. Panic got the better of her.” Julius let out a sharp laugh, humorless. “She should’ve panicked after securing zoning rights for the M Elements.”

My knees give out and I collapse down to the ground. “Edward Zimmer is a rising star among his party,” the news anchor says. “Supporters are praising him for his community service. Always a pillar of the community, they say. Zimmer is reported to have run an orphanage for many years before moving into politics. Experts believe this selfless work helped give him a push among voters…” I don’t know where the remote is but I search for it desperately now. Where the hell did it go? My hands are shaking, sliding over the carpet floor this way and that.

Not after him. I shook my head trying to clear my thoughts and gave him a small smile, “Thank you for not killing my best friend and also for those amazing acting skills. Word to the wise though, Emery is like a blood hound when it comes to lies so you better make sure your stories are always on point.” I laughed and looked back and saw that Emery was on his phone with an annoyed look on his face. I wonder if work just called him in. I hope not because I can’t be alone with Dalton. I don’t trust myself and I don’t know if I trust him. “Well, shit,” Emery was putting his phone in his pocket when he came back into the living room, “I’ve been called in. Seems Hernandez caught the funk and calle

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

Meanwhile, Julius shifted his gaze and noticed that Zayn had not spoken all this while. Moreover, he was glancing left and right with a guilty conscience. Julius smiled cunningly and diverted the topic of conversation to Zayn. He said smilingly, “Mr. Larson, you claim that you’re the chairman of Violet Vision Media Corp, so we can consider you to be working in the entertainment industry. I’m certain that you know who Annabelle’s lover is, don’t you?”

I hope you at least got a good enough sleep. Ashleigh: Yeah, it wasn't too bad, wait... how come you are up at 5 am? Zander: I'm usually up this early *boy shrug emoji* Ashleigh: Really? Why so early? School doesn't usually start until 8.00 am. Zander: I like to go for a run every morning. It helps to clear my head for the start of the day. I try to catch up on any work or pack work I need to do beforehand if I have time after.