Lee Conrad Novels & Stories

Chase rolls his eyes pointing at him and Karla. “We are blood related first cousins chill out I have my mate you have yours” Conrad walks out in nothing but a towel beads of water running down his naked torso. “Oh did I interrupt a moment here or is this a swingers meet up cos I’m down for that” Chase pinches the bridge of his nose while Destin protectively pushes Karla behind him. “What the fuck faith who’s the demon” “That’s Conrad his a friend okay I would be dead if it weren’t for him”

The words spew out of my mouth, “I made a mistake.” Conrad turns to look at me, his nose slightly scrunched up, and a double line appears between his furrowed brows. His sandy-brown hair accentuates his skin tone and light brown eyes so well. He asks, “What are you talking about? With Leo? Did you let him see her or something?” “With us. I’m sorry, Conrad.” He blinks, dumbfounded by the words I’m saying.

Adrian said quickly, “you won’t regret this.” The call ended a second later, the limousine continued gliding through the city while the driver focused on the road ahead completely unaware of the quiet conspiracy unfolding behind the glass partition separating him from the passengers. Terry leaned forward slightly. “You trust him?” he asked. Conrad chuckled softly, bringing the glass to his lips and taking a slow sip. “I don’t,” he said simply, “but so far he’s profitable.” He rested the glass against his knee and looked out the window again. “Besides,” Conrad added casually, “we anticipated it.”

I fire back to Tori’s silly question. As usual, Adrian always oppose my words. “You don’t just conclude. You can’t be a leader if you don’t seek for the truth about things like this.” “Then why are they back?” I furiously lashed out. “Well, you can ask them the next time you kill them.” Adrian growling low and stares at me intensively. He must have heard it from one of his spies. I hate it when he hides spies in my pack that tell him all my moves. The last one I caught is still in the dungeon.

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

He called gently and I looked at him as saliva gathered in my mouth while I tried to act natural. "Meet my brother, Viktor Sokolov." He introduced and it felt like a bucket of ice had been thrown onto me. 'This man was Viktor Sokolov?' I gasped as it now hit me why he looked so familiar. I had seen this man before on this news several times because he was a military soldier captain and it was nothing good. Mostly about him bombing other armies, sneaking an attack or planning a coup. A reporter had once said that the only difference between this man and a Black mamba was that this man could walk so what Don Luciano doing besides him?

He's like my other best friend who doesn’t get tired of me speaking about myself as weird as that may seem and sound, I know. "Well, I know your fashion will simply not disappoint. It never does," he chuckled and I could already imagine him smoking a cigar as he says this. He's probably sitting in the back of his limousine on the way to one of his mysterious meetings. Or maybe he's cruising through town with one of his diamond covered cars because he has the money to do that.

"I—" Conrad's face flushed as he suddenly found it hard to speak. The truth was that he was not sure himself that Wilbur had killed Dalton, and Felix might just be telling the truth. But how could Conrad admit to that? Hadirt frowned. "Cat got your tongue, Conrad?" "I…" Just then, Felix piped up. "Lord Conrad's not going to be able to speak about this, Mister Hadirt. He doesn't want others to know what he did. You see, it's too heinous to say out loud."

“But I’m certain that Conrad is the one who is behind everything.” “Then he must be really bold,” Lee replied with a disbelieving scoff. “Too bold.” After a short drive, I dropped Lee at the pack house and made my way over to Conrad’s town. Just as I crossed the border, I called his phone. “Conrad.” My voice was sharp and cold when the line connected. “Who is this?” He asked, feigning ignorance. Conrad already had my number because he had contacted me a few times regarding Zoey. All of a sudden, he wanted to act like he had no idea who was on the phone.

Conrad POV I'm in the back of my limo with Murdock and Conner as we head to the Gala. Both of them are dressed as my security detail, as I'm wearing a fine, custom-made Italian suit. I'm trying to hide my nerves as I know Lewana would have started the raid by now, and I have to keep an eye on the enemy. I get out of the limo to the sight of several flashing cameras going off in my face as reporters start yelling out questions.