Novel & Cerita Rhett X Link

“I’m going to take Aislen to Redbank shopping, and then stop by Charlotte on the way back. Stay here and finish painting. See what you can find out about Talen. Talk to him and his blood slave. And keep an eye on Cam.” “He’s totally in lust,” Rhett chuckled. “But aren’t we all? That sex, Heath,” he groaned and rolled his eyes back into his head with a flutter of eyelashes. “F-king hell. I’m sore as f-k, but I want to do it all again.” “Yeah,” Heath couldn’t fight his grin. “It was pretty incredible.” Rhett snorted. “Even if the bond isn’t quite what it should be, the sex more than compensates.”

There were several groups there, Guy Barnham, Nathan Lowe and Shaun Bascall glared at him as they passed around a joint. “Don’t f-k with me,” Rhett said to them. “I’m not in the mood.” “F-k off Salem,” Shaun replied angrily. “Not so brave without your buddies to back you up, are you?” “I could still take you, but I’d hate for you to have to ask Santa for your two front teeth for Christmas for a second time,” Rhett sneered. “But, sure, if you insist, come and try me, Bascall.” He gestured come here with his fingers.

“Rhett’s here.” “That’s my cue to leave,” I stay standing, heading for the door. “He’s heading to the holding cells!” Tyron calls after me. I open my mind and establish a mental connection with Rhett, *Hey asshole, why didn’t you link me when you were at the border?* Rhett chuckles through the link, *I figured you had enough going on and would see me when you had time.* *I’m headed over to the holding cells now.* *See you shortly.* He replies, and I cut the link.

My throat locked up, dry as sandpaper. Rhett didn’t even flinch. His smirk deepened, his voice smooth, laced with secrets. “Oh, she didn’t tell you? Your mom’s been working with me. Rehab specialist. Helping me get back on the ice.” He flicked me a wicked side glance. “I just came by to ask her a few more questions.” Cassie gasped, then squealed so loud my eardrums rang. “Mom! You’ve been working with Rhett Voss and didn’t tell me? Are you kidding right now?”

They caught sight of a Serpent prospect hauling crates in the dead of night. Rhett didn’t hesitate. His fists found the man’s face before his brain caught up, and it was Ghost’s steady hand that pulled him back before he went too far. The prospect spat blood and fear, mumbling about payoffs, about a man pulling strings from the shadows. But no name. Not yet. ________________ By the fifth week, Rhett barely slept. He watched Emily move through the clubhouse like she’d always belonged there, her laughter spilling into the halls, her fire lighting up the table. He held her in the quiet of their room, her body pressed tight against his, her whispers soft against his chest.

Blood? She touched it, then recoiled. Her stomach turned. Maybe it was nothing. Or maybe the house had started whispering. *** Rhett was in the garage, methodically polishing the side of Colton’s vintage Aston Martin when Savannah found him. His sleeves were rolled to the elbows, exposing the tattoos that curled around his forearms — vines, daggers, something in Latin she couldn’t translate. “I need to ask you something,” she said. He didn’t look up. “If it’s about the vault door again, you already know my answer.”

I could see it in his eyes. "You're thinking about it, aren't you?" Liam muttered, his voice dropping lower. I glanced at him, hesitating. "Thinking about what?" Liam leaned in slightly, lowering his voice even more. "The guy in the shadows. Helen, this wasn't a coincidence." I swallowed, arms folding over my chest. "I know." We both turned toward the kids. Rhett was awake, staring at his hands, flexing his fingers like they belonged to someone else. His little sister curled against him, whispering something too low for us to hear.

Roann says. “It’ll be a lot of work, but lots of fun too,” Rhett says. “SO! This is the infamous Gabriel Cruz and…if I am reading this right you and Rhett are…um…involved with one another?” The man, Mr. Henry Moran, says. “Yes, Rhett and I are a couple, Mr. Moran and we are also business partners. We are using my business sense and money with Rhett’s connections and creativity to start a new business,” I reply.

Then the fact she knew it was one night, was that because she was planning to get away with the jewellery and leave town? “Fuck Dex, are you dead?” Rhett said, picking up bottles and sniffing the air. Squinting I saw him and Glenn, clad entirely in black, like the sleep interrupting demons they were. “Ha, he might be actually, give him a little kick,” Glenn joked back as the smashing of empty bottles into trash bags made me growl. “Don’t fucking touch me, my instructions were for a week.” “You don’t have a week. Get a shower,” Rhett said back.

•• Charlotte’s POV ••• Hayden was in awe as he looked at Lexi’s giant form. Lexi moved toward him and circled him, sniffing and nudging him, causing him to laugh. “Lexi…” He reached out to stroke Lexi’s fur. “You are beautiful.” “I know!” Lexi giggled. “She knows,” I mindlinked Hayden with a giggle, too. “Well… I’m sure you can hear how much Rhett wants to meet you,” Hayden said and immediately shifted into Rhett’s majestic form without even taking his clothes off.