Paul X Patryk Novels & Stories

Marco come in with them. Did he already back out? His inner mind question, but he shook off as soon as they came closer to his table. Xavier stood up, with a broad smile, plastered on his face. He stretched forth his hand, exchanging greetings. The men nodded as they returned his smile, sitting on the chair pulled out by Franco. “I suppose you are Xavier Gilbert.” Louis said, with a deep Philippine accent. “Yes I am.” Xavier nodded. The other man, who had brown wavy hair, with deep eyes, his name seemed to be Patrick. His gaze lingered on Xavier's face for a while, before he retrieved them and pinched his brows.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

"I know but...think about this. The media would still have something to say about it and we have a policy at PHT" He rolls his eyes. "What policy" "No personal relationship with customers including Investors. I might just be another Michelle" "Who?" "A girl at my work place that feels so superior" I sigh in annoyance. "Who is she?" "Her uncle is the owner of PHT" "I see" Fabrico looks thoughtful for a while. He's just focused on filling another bread with egg. When he's done, he feeds it to me and then takes a bite too. "And what does Michelle has to do with any of these?"

Connor Vozinelik is also wordless when the child looks at him. “Hello! What’s your name?” she asked Connor. Paul scratches his nape when Patricia excitingly calls him dad and now so friendly with his boss. “S-Sir… m-meet my mother, Lora and my niece, Patricia…” he awkwardly said as his mother makes them at home by opening the door and welcoming them inside. The sweats of Paul are now like a grain of rice and cold. He cannot understand himself from the butterflies inside his stomach. Connor was silent when observing his collateral husband. Paul keeps on biting his lower lips discreetly when his daughter, Patricia, is around. The mother of Paul comes back with some snacks bought by his son.

"That means we have to have a rematch. How about it, Jay?" "I do not mind." Liam's office door suddenly knocked hard from the outside. "Who's that" Liam mutters. He shouted toward the door. "Enter!" One of Liam's men, Patrick Wayne, sticks his head in a crack in the door after hearing Liam's order to come in. "Patrick, do you work weekends?" asked Liam surprised. Patrick is the number one computer expert in Franzine Industry. He was once offered a job at the Pentagon, America, but refused on health grounds and chose to work at Franzine Industry.

Wait, what is this? He arched his brows, "What?" So dayum hot! Sera laughed. "Kira, he's my brother! Patry." They joined the table and Patry sat beside Sera and Jerich. He's now busy with his phone. Who is he chatting with? Girlfriend? Is he taken already?

Alex POV Covering over all the details of how that little girl died. I’ve still got nothing, however the new rogue member has found herself helpful by giving us coordinates to where their pack is. We’ve been setting up plans on ways to get on the inside before they figure out we know where they are. Creed has set up cameras in the woods pointing towards their territory. They have 9 people on morning patrol and 12 at night. Weird they have more at night than during the day. The ‘king’ hasn’t come close to the line and makes me wonder if he ever leaves. Sighing I hand Ryan the photos he brought to me that he took this morning. Getting the photos helps me send them to red who researches people

She flings the paper in her hand at Paul, waving it like some flag of freedom. The Instant I realize it’s my appointment with Dr. Kelly, my veins swell with annoyance, threatening to burst this fucking moment. How dare she ransack my bag and take what’s not hers? “Ms. Patricia, take this thing away from my office. I won’t have you go about spilling shit about my workers…” “But Mr. Paul…” “Leave my office, right away,” Paul thunders, a hard grit to his jaw. I’ve never seen him lose his temper before, and the spiteful look he gives Patricia, I wouldn’t dare wish it on my worst enemy.

Patrick smiled faintly and replied, "I don't know yet, sir; there's just some things I need to fix first to determine my settling with your daughter." "Okay, but you know my daughter cannot keep calm about you?. Well, if you need anything or any assistance, feel free to call me," Mr. Bright said as he stood up to leave, and he extended his right hand for a handshake with Patrick. "Okay, sir," Patrick replied as he shook hands with Mr. Bright, and he watched Mr. Bright exit his office. ...... Mr. Bright got home and spoke to his wife and daughters, especially Anita, while they were eating in the dining room, saying, "I went to see Patrick Scott today, the CEO of Pat International Designs and

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw them—him smiling at her, her laughing, it drove me crazy. Without much pondering, I scrolled through my contacts until I found the name I was looking for. Patrick. A private investigator I had used in the past. Quiet. Efficient. Discreet. I hit dial. It rang twice before a gravelly voice answered. "This is Patrick." “Patrick. It’s Liam Garvalle.” "Well, well, if it isn’t Liam Garvalle. It’s been years. What brings you back to me? Need dirt on a business rival? Someone trying to assassinate you? Maybe another pack plotting against you?"