Mighty Ducks Dwayne Robertson Novels & Stories

Why the little shits will pay for not informing us before hand of this, and why the fuck was she coming from the dungeons in the first place? We have finally found our mate and she was gorgeous, her head was down and all I could see was her black hair and a figure that would have any man on his knees begging for her attention. I wanted her to look up so I cleared my throat to try and get her attention, but she only looked to her left and not at us. I felt Owen come and stand next to me, "Finally the two of you joined us, was starting to think you enjoyed staying down there" he spoke to our brothers but his eyes was on her the whole time, the stoic expression back in place. Raven chuckled and

She spoke tauntingly making my mouth left ajar in shock and embarrassment…. James Russo! You are going to be fucking death of me!!

For all I know, to them, I was nothing more than a murderer of my own blood and the love of Kayden's life, a member of their 'cabal' and of course, a witch with claws ready to jeopardize everything in my wake. “It’s me, Kennedy, Brandon, Dwight, and Jord. Jord is the one returning home from the UK.” He said softly. I kept quiet for a few seconds contemplating his words. “I have pretty cool friends huh? Dwight is a famous basketballer. You can g****e him up.” He gloated with a grin and I scoffed.

The cards hit the table again. Four to each player. Four in the middle. Ten of coins showing, plus a knight, a six and a two. The tattooed guy — Matteo, someone had called him — dealt fast, sloppy and overconfident. The men, who seemed to be his boys leaned in, their gold chains glinting under the led disco light. I watched them closely, not risking even the slightest movement.

My dick was still very hard and it felt like it was going to burst open any time soon, and her breathing close to it made it worse. Just then Mr. Robinson walked in smiling, he is Cassandra's father. I normally would stand up to welcome but I was currently incapacitated. "Hello sir," I said smiling while trying to sound formal and busy by shifting my gaze between him and my computer system. He walked down to me as we shook hands. "How are you Damian," he said still standing and smiling. Good thing, my table is constructed in such a way that I can his half of our country underneath, and the person standing on the other side won't notice a thing.