Layla Gray Spy Racers Novels & Stories

she shrieked, her voice frantic. Mason, startled by the sudden alarm, stayed pinned to the spot, expecting a rival pack attack or a rogue wolf. "You have gray strands everywhere!" Layla lied, her face a mask of concern as she tucked the hair into a sterile plastic pouch inside her bag. "I’m getting rid of them. People will think you’re an elder of the council if I don't help." She patted his shoulder with a grin. "There. All gone." Mason stood up, rubbing his stinging scalp. "Gray? I’m in my prime. I don't have a single silver hair on my head."

“I just need a minute…” “As you can see, I am busy,” she interrupted, straightening her chair. Her eyes were sharp and wary. Just then, the door burst open, and a blond walked in, accompanied by a little girl. My attention snagged on the child first, assuming that she was the lady's, but as the child turned toward me, my heart stopped. “Mummy!” she yelped and ran toward Elara. She had dark eyes, the same sharp curve of the jaw, a faint dimple in the left cheek. Not even the hair down her back could hide the glaringly undeniable truth. She was mine..

I hear a voice say from around as my ears perks up my eyes darting around the road and nearby stations, "Lyla I think someone is around I just heard a call for confirmation to shoot" "And how did you hear all of that?" "Trust me we need to get out of h…" A bullet splashes the air through the window as it grazes across my cheeks almost hitting me in the face, the car slams into a wall as we both highlight from it immediately running as fast as we can, "We need to split up" "I can't it's too dangerous out there" "Thanks William bit I'm a level one trained spy I can handle things on my own"

"Lesley, I believe it's never too late to start again. And the first person I wanted to share this decision with was you." Lesley's ears burned at her words. "Are you saying you're stepping back into professional racing?" "Yeah." Elara gripped the steering wheel tightly. "This time, I'm not hiding behind the codename Luna anymore. I want the whole world to know that Luna's real name is Elara Jones!" Finnegan drove the off-road vehicle with Theodore and Merida seated in the back. Theodore rested his hands on the backs of the driver and passenger seats, his gaze locked onto the Corona that was weaving through traffic ahead.

He said, flashing me a forced smile and the next moment, he slipped out of the room in the nurse’s company. “Who exactly is this Falcon Gray? He seems to be feared by everyone,” Layla asked the exact question I was on the verge of asking. “His fiancée claimed he's the CEO of Tempest corporations, what's so special about that?” I asked, sucking my teeth. Layla withdrew her phone from her purse and I guessed she wanted to browse through the internet. After a while, she gasped in shock, making me squint my gaze. “What is it?” My curiosity rose to its peak as I wondered why she gasped so loudly but she kept scrolling with a look of astonishment like she had seen a god on her screen.

Camilla whispered. “I was scared,” Layla admitted. “And greedy. I won’t pretend otherwise. But I’m giving you this now because I owe you—and because Elias is worse than you think. He’s not just after the Falcone empire. He wants the city. And he’ll use your corpse to get it.” Back at the estate, Camilla dropped the flash drive Layla had given her onto the table in front of Riccardo. He sat in silence, arms folded, eyes unreadable.

“They protect and honor us. There are small circles, covens even that train and support each other. I have a few contacts. Quiet allies. I’ll introduce you when it’s safe.” Lyra looked at me, something fierce glowing behind her tear-streaked face. “I want to know everything,” she said. “About your mother. About her mother. About our history. I want to carry this legacy with pride. But for now…” “Yes?” I asked. “For now, I’ll keep it hidden. For Leo’s sake. For yours. For mine.” I reached for her hand and squeezed it. “You’re stronger than all of us, Lyra,” I whispered. “Maybe you’re the one who will finally change things.”

As much as I liked good sparring, I was afraid this one was not going to end well. Sara’s wolf was magnificent, I did say that she was an art form. Her wolf was white with grey stripes on her paws and tail. Her eyes looked nothing like a wolf’s eyes or her human eyes. No, her wolf eyes were emerald, green. She was big, as big as an alpha wolf should. Without notice she lunged at Layla, but she moved out of the way dodging the attack. At least that was what I saw until Layla lay on the ground whimpering.

But what I really wanted to do was find out how the fuck Gram fit into all of this. Laramie Jay and I had just gotten to our room to have a serious talk about what Rhi just told me. "If Falco and Freya's abilities have kicked in, that means that Layla isn't far behind," I said as I sat down on the edge of the bed. Jay sighed as he sat down next to me. "Do you think we should tell her?"

FALLON I surprise myself with how easily I can lie to my friends when they ask why I left war games. I guess that’s how it has to be now, though. If I want to keep whatever this is going with Gray, I’ve gotta keep it quiet. And I do want to keep it going- the man’s built like a Greek god and the orgasm he delivered was like glimpsing heaven. I know I should be thinking about training, but all I can think about is how I want him to touch me again… and again, and again.