Larry X Travis Novels & Stories

“Larry, it’s my understanding both were directly involved in the events of the last forty-eight hours?” “Yes, sir, right in the middle of it, unfortunately. There wasn’t a chance to get them out before trouble came, sir.” “Relax, son. You did good,” the Director said, and smiled. “And I hear tell Miss Rivers is quite a shot with a long gun. I’d have liked to have seen that.” “Beg pardon, sir?” The Director leaned forward. “Larry,” he murmured. “I know where you were, and I’ve heard all about what happened. I’ve got family up that direction myself; I grew up in Lexington, you know, and I have a third cousin that’s a cop in Ravenna.”

He looked towards Liam and when he saw that Liam was still too engrossed in laying out his plans, he followed Xander, feeling somewhat nervous. Once outside, Xander pinned him to the wall and grabbed his jaw, pulling him up. “Get off of me.” Larry protested, while trying to break free from Xander's grip, but the age difference was clear and Xander was built like a gym instructor and he held him with a steel-like grip. “What the fuck are you up to, Larry? Are you trying to get both of us killed?” He whispered furiously. “I don't know what you're talking about.” Larry sputtered.

Felix followed Larry, his eyes cold with disapproval. "Larry, do you really understand what you're doing?" Larry snickered, "It's not like this is my first time. You just don't know because you've been overseas." Hearing this, Felix completely gave up trying to stop him. He watched as Larry led the nightclub woman to get a room, then stood silently at the street corner lighting a cigarette. He smoked two cigarettes but never saw Larry emerge with any sign of regret.

The fever had broken, leaving him damp and cool, slumped in a deep, restorative sleep. I leaned my head back against the crib, my eyes burning with exhaustion. Larry was still there on the floor. He hadn't moved. He looked like a man who had been through a war and lost. "He's okay," I whispered. "Thank God," Larry breathed. He stood up, his movements stiff, and walked to the window. He looked out at the vast estate, the high walls, the security posts, the sprawling legacy of the Trent name. "I'm firing the PR team this morning," Larry said, his back to me.

"What happened to Larry? He told me I had to die. Where's he, Elliott?" "He was scared by the plane and ran into a tree. He's got some broken limbs and will be extradited back to New York to stand trial for stalking and kidnapping." After a few more sips of water, she placed her hand on his cheek and said, "I knew you'd come for me. I called your name a couple of times. Did you hear me?"

i bark at the little girls playing around and we take the stairs up. "Here we are, try to remain silent" i say to him and go for the door knob and stop just to check if the cheeky girls had it wired bit it was all good, i push the door open and get in, the surprise catches me in shock, Larry was sitting in the couch, his head in bandages, he puts a smile on his face he was waiting for us like he knew we were coming Ivy besides him, holding a gun

I growled, silently vowing to myself to destroy all potentials of Larry even Liking Calvin, not to mention even loving him. No.. Not my Larry. Return to Present I still hadnt said a word yet, quietly trying to gather m explanation carefuly. And Larry was shaking now, his breath coming in short, jagged gasps. He looked between me and Calvin, the betrayal etched into every line of his face. "You traded me," Larry whispered. "After last night... after everything you said... you just gave me away like a piece of property." "Larry, listen to me," I said, stepping toward him, my hand outstretched. "I can explain. It’s not what it looks like. I’m trying to protect—"