Randy Adderson Novels & Stories

He was shirtless. He sped toward Elder Xan, who was busy sinking his fangs into the neck of the trumpet player he had overpowered. Adrian grabbed Xan and slammed him against the wall with brutal force. The wall cracked on impact. Xan crumpled to the ground, unconscious, as Adrian released him. “In my office in twenty minutes,” Adrian said as he walked past me and headed for the exit. Medics came running toward the wounded. I helped support the injured men, but they couldn’t save the trumpet player. He passed away a few minutes after they arrived.

He took on all cases involving gangs and prostitutes and was good at spinning a lie to get people off the charges. “Which ADA got the case?” “It’s looking like it’s going to fall with Evelyn Ward.”

he says making me chuckle. "Oh, I'd love one, thank you, sir," Brandon adds making Mr. Adams nod complacently. "Excellent." Mr. Adams says, patting Brandon on his back. "Daddy! You're drinking already?" Sam scolds him making him shrug his shoulders. "Baby! Come on, it's just a few drinks. I invited a few of my workers and their families, so I want to make sure they are all well-taken care of. Come on, you know I don't do this every day." he says tilting his head to a side like a kid who just got called out on his mischievousness.

With three careless sentences. ‘Miss Addison Bryant is an Executive Assistant,’ he’d emailed Human Resources not long after that night she’d so foolishly believed had changed everything between them. ‘She is certainly no vice president. Look elsewhere.’ Andrey Romanoff hadn’t hidden the fact he’d done it, either. Why should he have? It was right there in Addison’s file, had she ever bothered to look. She hadn’t, until today, while doing a bit of housecleaning about the office. She’d been so sure everything was different after Cadiz, if unspoken, unaddressed. She hadn’t minded that she hadn’t got that job. She’d thought she and Andrey had an understanding… She’d even believed they were a team

His gaze turned to me, piercing and heavy, pinning me in place. I felt exposed, every secret laid bare under his suspicion. “Okay. Thank you,” he said curtly, ending the call. He set the phone aside and turned his full attention to me. His expression was dark, menacing, and my breath hitched as the silence stretched. “Did you think Jason would go against me, Adasha?” he asked, his voice low and deadly. I froze, panic surging. What had Jason told him? “Throwing yourself at him to get what you want,” Randy sneered, his laughter bitter and mocking.

I pulled out my phone, desperate for something to distract me from the ache pulsing behind my ribs. I opened T****k first, scrolling absently, but it felt like my entire For You page had somehow been curated specifically to gut me. Every video was a breakup story, an unrequited love song, a voiceover about heartbreak and healing. I exited the app almost violently, my thumb jabbing at the screen harder than necessary. I moved to text Addison instead, my fingers already hovering over her name, when a headline caught the corner of my eye. —Rand Estate— His face was blurred, pixelated out, but his full name sat plainly beneath it, bold and unmistakable.

I unwrapped the training bands, dumping them in the bowl where they were kept before exiting the gym. “Bye to you too!“ Randy yelled from behind. He did not have to but I was used to it. Randy was a dramatic person and has been my assistant for the longest time ever since my dad was the beta of the pack. We got along as buddies and the only way to have him closer was to take the role of a chauffeur, part trainer, part gist buddy. But in public, I made sure not to play more than necessary so it didn’t leave an impression on others that they could do the same. I saw an omega rushing with a tray in hand out of the main building. Squinting closer I could see that he was holding a phone. A phone

The man's eyes looked straight ahead, very sharp. "Sit down," Adam said. Meanwhile, Janette went upstairs, out of sight. "I have something to ask you," Alpha Darren said, getting straight to the point. "What's the problem this time?" "Uncle Karrel, where is he now?" Adam's response couldn't be described as normal because his pupils dilated and whether he realized it or not he tapped his foot on the floor. "Why are you suddenly discussing someone who's gone?" "Is he really dead or is it just your assumption?"

Cordy asked. Bryson grinned. "Exactly. You're the one who gets the better end of the deal if we start dating—" The man standing behind him finally had enough. "Mr. Zimmer." Bryson promptly turned to find Randy standing behind him, and his expression promptly changed—high and mighty just a second before, he was now fawning and eager to please. "Oh, Mr. Martin! Hello, hello!" Bryson exclaimed, extending a hand. Everyone in Levine Ventures certainly understood that Randy was John's personal assistant and basically his second-in-command.

“I’m sure your assistant could use the help. Bronx’s assistant met her at a conference. She said you do a lot of international travel. She must be busy making those arrangements, and Sondi is a financial analyst. She does a great job with our pack’s personal finances and with MasonCo budgets.” “Maybe I’ll consider the offer. I’ll have to think about it some more. Discretion is really the key to this sort of business.” Randall smiles. I can see the hesitation in his mannerisms as he stands up. “I’ll have my assistant speak with your Alpha Bronx’s assistant. What’s her name again? Candy?” “Carly.” I enunciate clearly for him. “Carly, yes of course.” Randall stands and bows to us. “Thank you fo