Red Johnson Novels & Stories

But they’ll get over it once it’s done. I throw on real clothes, grab my room key, and head out. The beach is nearly empty, moonlight barely lighting the rocky coastline. I move toward a large outcropping, where I’d seen movement. I summon a spell—black and purple energy sparking between my palms. But when I round the rocks and step into view— They’re already dead. Roweena. Iona. The Red One. Laid out on the sand. Clouded eyes. Blood pooling beneath them. Chests torn open, hearts missing.

“The child she…” “The child is hers, and though you have donated the sperm, I wouldn’t consider a fucking thief the legal father.” He said, stopping the man. Elijah let out a low growl, and Dean glared at him before he tensed. I knew that things could end up getting dirtier than we wanted them to be. However, Dean didn’t have the chance to react as Irina cried out. I frowned in confusion before turning to face her. Her eyes were wide and she put a hand on her stomach.

I called but was met with silence. I wrapped the towel tightly around my check and walked over to it. There was a card on top of the box and I sat on the bed and read. 'Red, Can't wait to see you in them. You always look stunning. Love, Jack' I took it out of the box and gasped at how beautiful and soft it was. "Oh my god," I chocked out and ran my hand through it. It was a beautiful red dress with a low v neck and a low back and a high slit. There was also a pair of black shoe with red crystals on it.

He's doing it again with out even noticing he's doing it. Nixon is a man who I've come to learn hates change and this bond, is changing him and he doesn't seem to want to let it happen or accept it. Which is why we're standing in the kitchen arguing. "For fucks sake's Harper you act like a fucking women sometimes" "I'm gay of course I act like a women sometimes!" I answer back. "Trust me it's a flaw" "Then reject the fucking bond and move on with your life if you regret what we did and the promise you made when you marked me" He growls at my outburst and I roll my eyes. "You know what fuck you Nixon."

Sitting on a chair nearby, Randy Brown was smoking a cigarette gracefully. His ten bodyguards were standing in a row behind him. Randy Brown looked at the bloodied body of Rogers and his lips curled up into a smirk. "I thought the man who could crippled my younger brother and eliminate Johnson would be a lot more impressive than this. What an disappointment."

she smiled. “Logan?” John’s voice called out moments before he opened my office door. He was dressed for the funeral. His dark brown hair was neatly combed without a hair out of place, and his face was freshly shaven dressed in his black double-breasted Armani three-piece suit with a black dress shirt and tie. The only color in his outfit was the blood-red handkerchief in the breast pocket.

He has a tattoo of a bird on the inside of his right middle finger and his full name is Joshua Miller. I examine the picture and my eyebrows furrow in astonishment wondering how on earth Simon hired this guy. He doesn’t look trustable at all. Taking a seat, I give a call to NYPD’s police commissioner, Julian. There's no way I'm going to let Miller roam around the earth without him paying for the trouble he caused Ms. Carter. “Mr. Adair, nice to hear from you again it’s been awhile.” Julian chuckles. “Cut it Julian.” I say sharply.

“Is there any way I can convince you not to do this?” I turned to face him. I could see and hear how scared he was for me. “They need me to do this, I need to do this.” “You’ve already faced them. Are you sure you can do this again?” “Honestly, no. But I have to try right?” “You don’t know Gideon Davenport, he is ruthless. He will tear you apart on the stand.” “I have your father and Evelyn in my corner though, and not to mention you.” “I know but Gideon,” he paused, his brow furrowed.

John announced, peering through his binoculars. I looked up, my grip tightening around the weapon in my hand. "Is he alone?" I inquired, my eyes locked on the ticking seconds. "Yes, boss," John confirmed. Matteo's grin widened. "I knew that fucker would come alone. He's desperate to take us down and earn himself a promotion." "A man who's willing to put his wife and unborn child at risk isn't afraid to venture into an abandoned warehouse alone," Tom chimed in, his attention focused on the computer screen before him.

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.