Keeping Denver Novels & Stories

“You’ve ignored your phone three times.” He doesn’t answer immediately. He takes a slow sip of coffee instead, like he’s deciding how much truth he’s ready to tell. Finally he sets the mug down and looks at me. “Davenport Co. is in trouble.” The words are calm, but there’s weight under them. I wait.

M. Thin, tall, white complexion MISSING: Belinda Fargo Age: 47 last seen: At the grocery store dated: July 15 Six months pregnant “If you know any information about them, don’t hesitate to tell us,” He said while looking directly at me. His eyes are full of life and positivity. I like it. “What is your name by the way?” I asked him “I am Christoff, and I am a member of Hawk’s eye organization, An organization that is giving free help for those who are in need such as this” He proudly answered.

“Ours too.” Things have been a little chaotic lately, with the Denver wolves seeking refuge arriving in the six-pack territory. Hundreds of them needed to be placed and every pack opened their doors to help out. It’s only for a few weeks, but the sudden explosion in our population has definitely shaken things up around here. “Y’know, after all of this, we should think about doing something fun to celebrate the kids,” Damain says, nodding toward Jax and me. “Maybe throw a little get together or something, bring some of our people together.”

We head straight for our usual high-top table in the back corner where Jax and Reid are posted up having a beer. “Hey guys,” Jax greets as we approach and slide into our usual seats. “Wasn’t sure if you’d make it tonight.” Reid sets his beer bottle down. “How was Denver?” “Good,” I say, looking over my shoulder for the waitress before turning back to Jax and Reid. “They have a hell of a setup there. Did you know they have video feeds of their borders? It’s pretty slick. We should look into doing something like that.”

But not as much as Denver, which is prettier but business-oriented looking. “So are you here on vacation alone?” “Yes...I mean no, not exactly. I'm here..with my….friend,” India pointed at Denver, who was standing some distance away. Who happens to look up at the same time in their direction. As India and the guy went back to focusing on one another in conversation.

Hadley took a deep breath. “It's very difficult to see a show there these days, you know? If you don't know or are close to the Red Cage members then it's impossible to go inside,” said the man while moving some boxes. “There are rumors said that Denver is under threat, so organizations related to the Red Cage are alerted if they see anything unusual in this city. And for the first time since Jaxon became leader, Denver is under intense scrutiny. Even the streets of the border are lined with motorcycle club and other organizations. I don't even know some of those organizations, even though I grew up in this city.”

Denver heaved. “I can’t wait to tell the whole world.” Well, me too. After all, the Pack could use some good news after everything that’s happened.

"I was on a business trip. I've been outside the city for almost a week," "I've seen you before," Kate rubs her chin and walks around Denver. Her laser eyes don't miss a thing about him, such as his expensive shoes and watch. Denver is a businessman — he founded his own music company. It's still not big in the industry, but he's doing quite well for a beginner. "You were childhood friends, right?" she looks at Henry, who nods. "Yes, we've known each other for a long time," Denver smiles at Henry, "Anyway, I won't take a lot of your time. I need to get a taxi,"

“Where am I?” “You mean the bar?” “No, I mean, which state? Which city?” Viking gave her a long, searching look. “State and city?” “Yes.” “Colorado. Denver, Colorado.” “Ah.” She was relieved that at least that part of her pathetically ramshackle plan had managed to come together; she was long gone from Utah. “And the bar?” He laughed now, the sound rolling deep and warm from that astounding chest. “Satan’s Bar. We own it.”

The office was in a frenzy. They were all stressing about the boss coming. The boss had a lawyer named, Denver, and although he was the spokesperson for the devil himself, he was a fun person and I liked him. Denver is the one in charge of informing us peasants that the King will arrive, and Denver made it his mission to traumatize us and he got it right when a female fainted when the news came and the idiot laughed.