Opal X Greg Novels & Stories

“They won’t. Every file, every receipt, every step, all point to him. The noose is already around Greg’s neck. All he had to do was pull it tight.” Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating. For once, the great patriarch of the DiMarco empire didn’t sound untouchable. His tone shifted, almost grudging. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Austin.” Austin leaned forward, voice low and burning. “No, Father. I’m ending one.” ..✿.. In Paris, Greg lived like a king. Cameras adored him, tourists gawked, Vanessa drank in every flash of light. But late at night, when the champagne dulled and the music died, Greg’s phone buzzed.

They both look at each other for a second like they're afraid to tell me, "I don't want to repeat myself." "I'm sorry, Theo. Logan is Greg Gonzales' son," he tells me and that name makes me take a step back. Greg Gonzales is the third man I had killed for his crimes. That man was part of the Hughmount pack but he submitted to my father's command immediately. Very shortly thereafter we discovered that he had quite a large prostitution ring. Basically, he was selling vulnerable Hughmount girls to powerful Greyhound men. My father took it upon himself to end that ring, I took it upon myself to get Greg Gonzales killed, "He came back into the pack a few days ago, I don't know if he intends to fo

I tried not to meet their gaze, my eyes only focused on Greg, as I made my way to him, feeling self-conscious under their scrutiny. On the chair, on the end, where the boys were previously gathering. Greg sat alone, smoking from a pipe. Surprisingly, he'd changed his clothes and was now wearing a leopard robe, which hung loosely on his shoulders, showing off the gorgeous spiderweb tattoo on his left breast. His muscles and abs were left bare, his porcelain skin so white and flawless. The band of his matching leopard pants hung low on his waist, showing a fine vein on his torso that traveled into his pants.

Greg unceremoniously ordered enough oysters and clams to cover the whole table. "Noah, eat more of these oysters. They are good for you." Greg glanced meaningfully at Joanna. "Joanna often complains to me that you're lacking in a certain area." Then he picked up a bunch of clams and bit into them, coating his mouth with the sauce. Joanna sat next to Greg and across from me at the table. She did not refute him. Instead, she covered her mouth and chuckled. "Greg, don't speak nonsense. Leave him with some dignity."

I tried to blend in with the other conversations related to the man while still paying attention to the three people who looked rather suspicious of me. Someone soon spoke up after watching me for a while, going back to whispering with each other. "No, she's Nicole Duncan." They both frowned. "I've made so many mistakes." I could suddenly hear Chris speaking again before the man grabbed the refilled beer glass and drank it down. One of the people was heard speaking to represent the shock they were experiencing. "Mr. Christian Grant, you don't have to drink it." "No, it gives me some relief." He smiled.

Chapter Eighteen Anderson sat in his office, his gaze fixed on the skyline as the city buzzed with life below. Despite the looming threat from the board, he felt a renewed sense of purpose. Agnes’s plan was bold, but it was exactly the kind of move he needed to shake things up and regain control of his company. The meeting with NovaTech was set for later in the week, and Anderson was determined to walk in prepared, armed with the leverage he needed to secure the deal on his terms.

He hit the dial and put the phone on speaker, setting it down on the counter. Greg answered almost immediately. “I was just thinking about you,” he said, his tone light but curious. “Why?” Alex asked, his voice low and tense. “Because I haven’t heard from you as soon as I expected. Please don’t tell me you’ve done something insane.” Alex hesitated, then muttered, “Thank you.” Greg groaned. “You’ve messed up, haven’t you?” Silence. “Christ, Alex! After all the warnings I gave you!”

I say angrily. “We will see about that. What do you want?” “I want Greg. He crossed me. He crossed us both and it’s payback time.” “Finally something we agree on. I want him too. I have made a big loss because of him. Let’s take him down. What do you have in mind?” “Greg is a drug dealer, is into contraband pharmaceuticals and is a child molester. I think those can take him down.” “Wow! I must say I’m impressed. How did you know that?”

"I'd like to speak with you privately, if you don't mind," Greg turned to me, curiosity mingled with skepticism in his eyes. His brows furrowed slightly, as if questioning my motives. "And why would you want to talk to me? I don't enjoy conversing with strangers, especially those who don't belong to our pack," His words caught me off guard for a moment, but I quickly regained my composure. "I understand your reservations, but I assure you, this conversation could prove to be beneficial for both of us," Greg eyed me skeptically, his gaze lingering on my unfamiliar scent. "You smell different, and you speak differently. It's clear you're not from around here," he pointed out.

"You chose her. Repeatedly." "Victor's dead. His tests do not matter anymore." "They matter to your inheritance. To Marcus's trusts. To your mother's foundation." Greg's voice stays level. "Whether you like it or not, you're still living in his experiment." The coffee is bitter. I drink more anyway. "Owen called you last week." Greg's expression shifts. Calculation behind professional mask. "How did you know?" "Because he's desperate. The bureau suspended him. His whole operation is collapsing. So he's reaching out to anyone who might have leverage." I lean back. "What did he ask you?"