Preston Book Novels & Stories

I settled into a seat, my coffee cup a comforting weight in my hands. The large screen at the front of the room flickered to life, revealing the faces of the Newsome Holdings board. They looked like a collection of stern portraits, all business and no nonsense. Then, like a bad penny, Preston appeared on the screen, his smug grin instantly igniting a fire in my belly. He looked far too pleased, as if he were holding a royal flush in a high-stakes poker game.

Preston, who had stared down my father in the street without blinking, who had walked into that bank like he owned the city, was standing here doing something that looked a lot like nerves. "You're worried," I said. "I'm not worried." "You are." "I'm just thinking about the logistics." "The logistics of having dinner with my mother." "She's important to you," he said, which was a deflection but also true. "I want to make a good impression. Three days is not a lot of lead time." "Preston. You just backed a business loan for me inside of two hours. You can handle dinner." "That's different." "How is that different?"

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

Deep down she sensed he was a kindhearted man. “William,” she whispered, her breaths coming in short gasps. “You shouldn’t be so unkind. You don’t know what happened to me in Preston when I went to be with my sister.” “Shhh,” he instructed in husky tones. She wanted to continue, but his knuckles continue to stroke her neck. Holding her breath, she waited for his next move.

I was taken aback as I saw Kayden cooking. I had not noticed that I was not the only one here. Preston was sitting at the table, he was wearing a brown striped tailored suit and was sipping coffee from a mug while reading a book. Noticing that I was in the room, he looked up from the file, his gaze rested on me. I don’t think I was prepared to be in the same room with any of the brothers. I took a step back and was about to leave the room, but I felt a hand around my shoulder, making me flinch.

“Of course I do! She recently helped me out with an important project. She’s a wonderful woman.” My claws hit something hard, and I instantly stopped digging as my heart began to race. I felt around the object to find the edges before carefully pulling it open. After cleaning it off, I was stunned to see a beautiful red and gold ornate box with a lock on it. I looked up at Preston, who had squatted in front of me. “What is that?” he questioned. “Hopefully, what we came for.” I carefully cleaned the lock off before biting into my wrist and dripping blood into it. It hissed and sputtered for a moment before popping open. The only thing inside was an obviously old book. I swallowed hard as I ca

“Send me everything. I want every file. Every contract. Every blood-stained deal she made. If I’m going to finish this… I need to know exactly what I’m walking into.” “You’ll have it,” Preston promised. He closed the laptop and packed the drive, slipping it into a secure pouch. Then he turned toward the window and looked out at the darkened sky. He glanced back at her. It’s time for the next plan, he told himself silently. But he didn’t say what the plan was. Not yet. Because some truths had to be earned. And some storms had to be built in silence.

As soon as the don and his wife were inside, the giant who accompanied Greta earlier approached Alonzo. “The signora asked me to give this to you.” Nero said as he handed Alonzo a folded piece of paper. It read: Mr. Alonzo, I know you don’t trust me but I implore you to stay for my plan to work. I have set something in motion and in a matter of weeks we may see the result. I am not proud of what I did but it is the only way I see to free us from the don’s evil clutches. As funny as it sounds, I trust you more than I trust your uncles. I only request that once you inherit this vast business that you honor what he’ll bequeath for me. I plan to get away from this place with the man I love and t

“Preston, if I tell you the story, you’re going to think I’m crazy, and short of driving over there and taking those two boys, I’m doing the only other thing I can think of to help them.” “I’m your lawyer, Asher, I’ve heard and seen it all.” Preston had once been a criminal attorney in Chicago. He’d returned to Two Bear Meadow to look after his ailing mother, draft wills, and represent clients who drove their tractors too fast on public roads. “Before the snow melts, the two Crowley boys will come to live with me. I can’t explain it to you, other than it’s what Bear Claw saw in his vision quest. In another life, I adopted them both.”

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events and places is purely coincidental. Emiliana