Maxon And America Novels & Stories

“Let's talk in person.” About ten minutes later, the gray Maybach appeared in front of a hotel owned by the Maxwell Corp. Conrad got out of the car with a document in hand, and the hotel security bowed and said, “Pleasure to see you, Mr. Maxwell.”

"From the look on your face, I can tell, you know why I am here. So why are you?" "My brother is trying to get a deal signed with your dad, so he came for the event to pitch his idea to him." "Oh, that explains it." "Yeah, and I would have never guessed him to be your dad." "Why" "Because everything about that man speaks Italian and you don't." Ethan's dad, the man hosting tonight's event is Mr Federico Mantone, a very handsome Italian man. "Really" "Yes, you don't." "Maybe it is because my mom is American."

Maxon had fixed then surgery date and everything with Dr Philip and all that was just left was signing the document and getting started. I was a bit confused, was that why Maxon hired me back because he knew he would need me to sign the form before they can proceed? Because he needs me too, or was there some other reason?

Max said behind Peyton, he turned around and screamed as he saw his alpha using his power to get here, he breathed heavily as he held his poor heart. "Alpha Max, please don't scare our little Peyton here." Huxley cooed and pinched his cheek, tugging it. "Fuck off!" He yelled and swatted his hands away from his face. "I'm not joking, where the fuck is my dad then?" Max said with frustration. "I heard from the elders that he went away with his friends in Bali." Huxley stated. "The fuck? Bali? They fucking left me to have fun." Max growled in anger.

* * * “…and for out top story, MaxxTech CEO, Sinclair Godfrey has been declared missing…” “Hey, I heard Mrs. Maxwell is on her way to make a quick announcement today,” Maddy said as she pulled a chair next to Glen at the small table in the breakroom. Looking down at the paused screen of the news video on Glen’s phone, she added, “God, he’s been missing for more than a week now. Do you really think he might still be alive?”

Maxime informed him. “Who?” Austin asked. “Mr. Morris.” Austin frowned, trying to digest what Maxime was saying. His eyes widened in shock when he realized who she was referring to. ‘My Dad?!’ “What?!” Austin replied in disbelief. ‘Fuck… Why did he need to come today?’ “Maxime, bring Alexa to her room. Make sure she doesn’t come out.” He looked at Maxime like they were talking in their minds. Signaling with their brows and eyes. The President should never catch sight of Alexa

"Master Max, you have an investors meeting this afternoon with Mr. Walter and Mr. Davidson at the Cantina La Martina. You also have---" "Cancelled that investors meeting, i don't have this mood to meet some filthy humans at this moment. Just tell me what happened to our drug transaction from the Middle East to Romania." Maximillian cut off Legis who closed his scheduler, because Legis knew when his alpha and boss decided, he would never change his mind nor have a second thought about it.

"I had to. It was the only way to keep them from hurting my family." James tilts his head. "Why flee to America?" he asks. Max takes a deep breath. "I wanted a fresh start. I thought if I could make it in France, I could make it in the US. It seemed like the best place to disappear and start over." "And you did," James says. "You became a famous designer. But I don't believe you really wanted a fresh start, not with all the illegal stuff you're still doing." Max sighs. "Awards and recognition don't pay the bills. I was earning a ton when I worked for the mafia. Going straight didn't bring in nearly as much money."

"Wait. There's something different… Hell! That's not me, but I sure as hell could pass for him." "Exactly. He also happens to be named Max. Max Ferron" Max DiSalvo frowned. "Do I know him?" "No. He and his brother, Bernardo, have made billions in the arms and munitions industry." "Yeah? Why does that give me a bad feeling?" "Because you always were a smart son of a bitch, with good instincts." Max was still looking at the photo. "So, what is it you want from me?" "How would you like to go to a very private, very small meeting with people who want to take over this country?"

Seeing Max, Lara asked with a smile, "How was your meeting? Did you get the deal?" Max came and sat next to his mother and untied his tie then he spoke up "Of course the meeting was successful and I got the deal" Lara smiled at her son's success and called the butler, saying, "Bring a glass of juice for Max." Max then looked at his mother and asked, "You look worried. Did anything happen?" Matthew looked at his son and said, "We are going to America tomorrow. Can you come with us?" Hearing this, Max leaned back on the sofa and asked, "Why are you suddenly going to America?"