Razor And Bennett Novels & Stories

"If the operation failed, Razor becomes a liability. Someone who knows too much and failed to deliver." "The Architect will want him cleaned up," I said. "Which means we have a window. Small one." Colt looked at me. "If we find Razor before his handler does, we have a source with motive to talk. He is not protecting the Architect anymore. He is running from him." That changed everything. Razor had crossed from asset to liability the moment the breach failed. The Architect's people did not leave liabilities breathing. Razor knew that better than anyone. A man running from the person he betrayed us for was a very different conversation from an interrogation.

“So that’s it? You’re making Angela into your little arrangement? Tell me, Carter… are you trying to make her into your mother? A rich man’s toy?” I froze mid-step. Fists clenched. Slowly, I turned back. Bennett was on the ground, heavy breathing, one hand pressing his ribs. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, but that smug grin was still there. “How’s your mother?” he asked, grinning wide. “Sleeping with rich men must be the fast track up, huh? No wonder you made it this far.” That got under my skin. I moved before thinking, grabbing his collar. His head slammed into the iron fence post along the ranch driveway, metal clanging through the silence.

Was she urging Bennett before? At the Yancey's residence, it was dark and cold. Even the furniture seemed dull and dark. Ryan sat on a wooden chair and was listening to someone over the phone. "Sir, Lionel and Pete intend to promote Bennett as their leader. The Cortezes have always kept a clean track record, Henry and Bennett both. It was Bennett who brought down Axe. If he is given more power, we might be his next targets." Ryan closed his eyes. After a while, he said, "Don't let him be promoted no matter what. Henry cannot ascend any higher up the ranks as well."

Scar asked, interest lacing every word. "Yes, he was, and a fine rider at that! When I heard about his death, I had to find you." "Tell me about him?" Smiling, Razor looked at Scar, noticing every feature that was so similar to his father, "I first met Raven at an underground club, he looked totally out of it and you could tell by the look of him that he was a gang-banger," Razor began, "Though, the people he associated himself with were... not good people. They killed the innocent and took pride in doing it. Just by one look, however, I knew your dad was different. Talon had a glint in his eye, one that couldn't be dimmed and that's why I asked him to be a rider. The leader of the gang had

“She’s the one who fought for a proper investigation.” “I did thank her. Multiple times. But you backed her up, gave her the authority to push back against club tradition. That matters.” I nodded. “You’re a good member, Nick. We weren’t going to throw that away without being absolutely sure.” After he left, I updated my files. Razor had recovered fully from the injuries he’d gotten in the final Vulture attack. He was back to running security with his usual efficiency. Ghost’s burn scars from a previous fight had healed as much as they would. He’d never look the same, but he wore the scars with pride now. Battle marks, proof of survival.

Rather than let him take you, I'd rather die fighting. My eyes hurt from crying. His words, the passion and despair in his voice, make my heart ache. I'd prefer not lose him. Not in this way. Not to Victor. However, I spot a flash of movement from the darkness as the rogues push forward. A tall, strong man appears from the darkness, and my heart skips a beat. Bennet is here. He approaches us with a weapon I have never seen before, and his eyes are sparkling with fire. As Bennet raises the weapon and points it straight toward the rogues, my breath catches in my throat. Long and sleek, with flashing blue lines that shine, it's unlike anything I've ever seen. Power seemed to sizzle in the air a

His eyes peered through as if looking for someone in the streets of New York. "Mr. Stone... It's time for the Meeting with the Designing Department." Ryan said as he walked into his office. "And they're ready?" He asked, not moving an inch. "Yes." Came the answer, from the guy that was already jotting down things. Bennett nodded, as he turned around and grabbed his Suit Jacket. He put it on and looked up with those alluring eyes. "Let's Go." He ordered, and they two left the office. ••

Bennett’s gaze was full of sympathy, but mostly he was glaring at me to pull it together. He was right. If any of Owen’s spies put together that he was referring to Violet…

Bennett who was just fulfilling his needs didn't say anything to her, after half an hour when he was done with her he came out from her and sat in the bed. Girl still breathing heavily she sat in the bed and hugged him from back and asked, "Bennett when will we going to get married"?hearing this Bennett just wanted to laugh loudly and wanted to tell him never but he control himself and says "When I complete my mission then I will marry you" and your mission is Adrian Rodriguez right? Hearing this Bennett gets very angry he grabs girls hair and says "stay within your limits" and do not interfere in my personal life did you get it?

“Mia, I have to say, you’ve been a delight today. It’s clear you’re the backbone of this operation.” “Thank you, Mr. Ben—Harrison,” I said, trying not to sound too surprised. Adrian nudged me playfully. “See? I told you people like you better than me.” Bennett laughed, shaking his head. “You two are something else. I have to admit, I wasn’t sure about this partnership at first, but after today, I’m convinced. You’ve got my business.” For a moment, I was too stunned to speak. Adrian recovered first, shaking Bennett’s hand with a wide grin.