Kevin Gates Book Novels & Stories

Not long after, two of Kevin's works men came over dragging someone, and they came over and dropped him just before Tracy, before they pulled the rag that covered his face making Tracy to shout with fear, he was the right hand side man who had called for Kevin claiming that he had found Bonita, Kevin had found that this guy had been given money and had sold his information to Tracy, and not only that, he was the one that had written the book that Tracy was given to memorize. Kevin had initially delt with him, beaten him to the verge of dead, but he didn't want to die, not before he had presented her before Tracy so that she would know the end of the people who try to play with him, he would

I will adore her forever, and I will adore our children, our grandchildren, our great grandchildren… Until one day when I am no longer alive. I snuck into Minerva to seduce the CEO, but it seems like I didn’t just find the key to the CEO’s heart… I’ve found the key to my bright future too. My heart, Jamie Lee Peyton, she is the key. . . . The end.

What stone could I choose this time? “Honey, where are we going?” He didn’t answer. It was weird. First time he ever ignored me. Ever since Mike and Emily disappeared, Kevin was acting strange. “You saw that Mike and Emily won some awards. Emily won the special prize for her new book. Supposedly, it sold over four hundred million copies worldwide in a brief time. There’s a book launch today.” “Fuck!” he said through gritted teeth. “When is it?” “It says here it starts in an hour.”

There is a possibility that he may have realised that Kevin wasn’t just some man in my life. I swallowed hard as the Laurent mansion came into view, its familiar gates a strange kind of safety. I pulled up just outside the gate. Before I could even step out, the front door opened, I saw Kevin, he was already outside, like he had been waiting for me, leaning casually against one of the pillars, his phone in his hand, his expression alert and soft at the same time. When he saw me, he pushed away from the pillar and walked toward my car. “Look who finally decided to come home,” he said with a crooked grin as I stepped out. “Were you having too much fun being kidnapped by your husband again?”

Patients. Work. Schedules. Complaints. Random observations. The sort of conversation they had almost daily now. Easy. Comfortable. Familiar. At some point, Kevin casually mentioned that he was heading toward a bookstore after work. Avery had mentioned wanting a particular children's book during one of her previous visits to the hospital and apparently he had remembered. The fact that he remembered at all caught Katelyn off guard. He noticed immediately. "What?" "Nothing." "That was definitely something."

But it was too late, my feet were fast moving in the direction we came. I had zero social batteries and no desire at all to be outside, so I gave in anyway, hoping for her sake that I'd be able to talk to her again. “Fuck you, Chase.” I said to myself. How did she even get into Harvard? I thought their family was down bad or something, at least Gray made it seem like that… Then I remembered… The last time I had to talk to Kevin was at the gym. The fucker really did look well. And maybe I was too mad to have properly heard Emma but she said something like he had a job with some company.

A year and change later, I was traveling to a client's plant to commission some equipment, and I passed the grounds of my old company. The once-imposing front gate had gone to rust, and the yard was piled with parts from all kinds of machinery. The entrance had become a haunt for the homeless and for stray cats and dogs, the sharp stench enough to turn your stomach. I was rolling up the car window, ready to drive off, when a man picking through the scrap locked eyes with me. I stared at him for a long moment before realizing it was Kevin. The second he recognized me, he rushed straight over to my car and slammed his fists against the window, his eyes blazing with hatred.

The door creaked open after which Kevin poked his head in. “Good Morning, sir.” He greeeted. “Come in.” I simply instructed. He stepped inside, closing the door carefully behind him like he was afraid the glass might shatter under the pressure of whatever he was about to say. I could feel his discomfort from across the room. He stood there, arms stiff at his sides, then adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. “Well?” I said, finally locking gaze with him. Kevin flinched like I’d barked at him. “Uh… I just wanted to check on you, sir. I—I mean, I suppose you’ve seen…”

Kevin nodded, smiling down at her, “Of course. And then, we’ll go far away, just you and me.” I felt like I was suffocating. Ginny had always acted so soft, so fragile. Like she couldn’t hurt a fly. But this? This was murder wrapped in a bow of innocence and crocodile tears. The both of them hugged warmly, while Kevin's phone suddenly rang. “Mom.” He greeted, smiling but then, his smile turned into a frown, “What do you mean she hasn't donated the bone marrow? That crazy woman is being so difficult again. Hold on, let me call her.”

Michael said, clearing his throat and shifting back into full business mode. "Leave," Kevin said immediately. Michael did as he was told. Now, it was just the two of us. "Hello, sir… I was actually waiting—" He didn’t bother listening. He walked straight into his office, and I heard the door lock behind him. I guess we’re back to Dickhead Kevin, I murmured to myself. I picked up the files I was supposed to give him and stood outside his door. I knew he knew I was there, but I stood there for five solid minutes waiting for him to unlock his stupid door. Finally, I heard the click. I stepped in slowly and carefully.