Lip Gallager Novels & Stories

did that even matter since he invaded everything I own including my vagina. - Dear Panashe I had a wonderful time, thank you for taking that walk with me. You strike me as a very intelligent woman... not just beautiful with an impeccable body but smart too. I haven't stopped thinking about your smile. In fact I haven't stopped thinking about you at all. I walked to the Gallagher ranch and was informed that you work for junior Gallagher. I hope you don't mind me sending this letter to your working address.

That is the only reason my claws hadn't shoved her away immediately. Noticing my beast's sudden distress, Gage Slater breaks free from Kairo Vale’s steel grip and circles back onto the path. “Gali, that was… Do your trackers actually know her?” he inquires, a loud note of surprise in his voice. I glance down at the crumpled paper cash in my palm—two crisp hundred-silver bills and a fifty-silver piece—and my face turns into a hard scowl. Without saying a single word to his face, I shove the cheap silver at Kairo Vale and stalk off toward the heavy doors of the VIP warrior lounge, completely ignoring Gage’s annoying question.

Alpha Richard standing beside a man I didn’t recognize at first glance, but Roman’s next words made my blood run cold. “Cillian Gallagher,” he said grimly. “Head of the Gallagher crime family out of Ireland. They’ve got deep ties to the supernatural world and they’re neck-deep in trafficking circles. Not petty smuggling. People. Creatures. You name it.” A chill spread through me. Roman’s gaze swept over all of us, hard and unyielding. “There’s no telling how deep their connections go,” he went on. “All we know is that people don’t live to cross them twice. If Alpha Richard is in bed with Gallagher, this isn’t just a problem—it’s a disaster waiting to happen.”

Her fingers flew across the keyboard effortlessly. A live video of the hospital came up on the screen. With a few taps, a recent picture of Simon Gallagher appeared beside it. I had been expecting someone of the same age range as The Viper and Vincent Moreau. Mid to late fifties. But the man in the picture was considerably older. “Simon Gallagher is seventy six,” Sage said as if reading my thoughts, “but quite active for his age I wager. I'm willing to bet he is armed up there too.”

H-how could… How could this be? A pang of pain flared in my chest, making my lungs feel like they were in a vice grip. “Fancy seeing you here, traitor,” Gallahan said by way of greeting, making an act of casually dusting his shirt off. “Had to act quick, didn’t you?” “Of course, I did!” Lewis snarled with a sneer as he stood firmly by the entrance of my cage. Then he barked out to his fellows, sounding rudely impatient, “Don’t fucking dawdle! Subdue Wick at all costs!"

“Ah! It's nothing serious actually. I would like some extra hand to oversee the final parts of the app. Mr Gallagher here is an highly experienced programmer and he's excellent at his job.” Levi studied the man. He was in his mid-thirties, full beard, brown hair tied to the back. He was wearing a shirt with a puffer jacket on top. His appearance looked hastily unkempt. He had scanty strands of gray hair on his beard and his eyes had dark circles around them. Levi tried to avert his eyes from the man, focusing on Iris. Mr Gallagher had his head slightly bowed, his demeanor rather off. Levi felt he had been looking at him ever since he walked in with Iris as he felt his gaze all over him.

Sadly, taking the second option would shake the legs of her money-table and that would give her a heart attack immediately. "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gallewart, I got a call from Harry's school. It was urgent and I needed to leave immediately. I'm sorry I didn't inform you, I was so much in a hurry." Gwenevere presented her lie on a golden plate. Her boss just had to buy it.