Kenny Mccormick Novels & Stories

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

Kenny stood at the door frame waiting for an order. “Find her! Please, Kenny boy,” the imperturbable CEO was in shambles. “Not now, never! Cathy stays by my side, that’s where she belongs,” he whispered under his breath as he cupped his face with his hands. “In fact, call Gregory!” Kenny adjusted his head and gave Donovan an apprehensive look. He stared at him for so long, trying to find his eyes. The gravity of the words he spoke was just too heavy. Gregory was a friend from way back when boys used to be boys. He currently controlled one of the biggest human and drug trafficking rings in the country. He never once thought he would go back to

Then I said to Kenny, “Thank you for the information. Are you sure you are not leaving any details out? Last time you gave me information you left a big chunk out about who Tanner Baxter was!” Kenny did not seem to like my tone very much. “Of course, It is all the information. I personally tracked this place down. Do not ever assume I am holding information back bitch. I am not doing this for you but for Miss Emma!” Click. Kenny hung up on me. I sighed knowing I had to be careful. If I piss him off too much, he may do something far worse than give me half the information.

“He’s done mostly consulting work ever since. Maybe you’ve heard of him? Aron Rumero.” The elevator doors rolled open and the people who had been coming down to the lobby level skittered out of their way, even though he was in a much better mood than before. “Don’t know him,” Enzo said flatly, punching the button for the executive offices and feeling like he had won a prize.

The neighbor’s door swung open and Mitch walked out and took a seat on a wooden chair. “I need you to cover for Liam,” Mitch said as he pulled on his boots. “He’s ill and I need you to take on his duties. It’ll only be for today.” Liam was Mitch’s nephew and he worked the fields like Devin, tending to the vegetables and farming. I’ve worked under Mitch, the butcher, since I came to the Clear Mountain pack. He was suspicious of my familiarity with the blade but after my feigned innocence he didn’t question me. Under his watchful eye, I practiced slicing, dicing, and killing.

“Boss…” “So, now, judging by these papers, I have nothing to say about anything” Domenico said, ignoring his lawyer who was forced to stop talking. The Lycan was clearly calmer than he should have been, letting me know that this was one of his plans, and whatever the reason was behind it, Carter, who was listening to the conversation from my office, was going to find it out.

It accentuates my baby bump. “Damn little sprite, you look amazing,” Kaden says. I was not expecting him to be here when I walked out. I smile at him, and damn, he looks good. He wears a black suit and shirt with a blue tie that matches my dress. Damn, my man is built. I think he has even more muscle since he started working out at the same gym that Tianya and Kylynn train at. I am surprised that they haven’t opened their own gym yet. I know they have talked about it, but they haven’t. I am sure they will. Kaden walks over, slips his arm around my waist, and pulls me close. He presses his lips to mine, and I melt into him. I am positive that Nick’s new assistant has a thing for Ka

“He’s drunk, Mac. Let it go.” “All’s good. She’s okay.” At this point, a zillion sets of eyes turned my way then quickly went back to holding…I looked up…blinked twice…swallowed, and watched as the god of football glanced down at me. Killian MacGregor, The Mac, or Mac the Knife, as fans called him because of his throwing arm, was my savior.

she said gesturing to her husband. The man was awake now and gave his wife a weary look before he addressed the others. "I'm David. I'm regional manager for the Sparkle Beverage Company in Philadelphia. I don't ride much. I prefer football. I played it in college." Faces turned in his direction and Kyle sat up a little straighter. "I'm Kyle MacDenny. Investment Manager for an investment house in Vancouver, BC." He saw some confused expressions. "Canada." Awareness dawned. "We're- I'm a big fan of cycling," he finished awkwardly. Speaking as a couple was a habit he needed to break himself of, soon!

Now we just live for our plan. Give McAllister enough information on MMK and on Kingpin Kane, and in return, he rewards us generously. When he succeeds at taking down McKaine, he will give me MMK. Micah stopped believing in me long before I turned to Maven. He trained me to be his right hand, but when the time came to hand over MMK, he decided to keep the power to himself, leaving me as a junior officer without a position on the board of directors. I expected to be CFO by now.