Scott Mccall Season 1 Novels & Stories

My body stayed tense, coiled, like it was waiting for a hit it couldn’t see. Twenty minutes passed like that. Me pacing. Stopping. Checking the door. Checking my phone. Pacing again. Every vibration… real or imagined, sent a jolt through my spine. Then, the door opened. Scott walked in like he owned the place, hoodie zipped halfway up, laptop bag slung over one shoulder, eyes already scanning the room like he was cataloguing threats. “Hell of a call,” he said casually. “You sounded like shit.” I turned sharply. “Good to see you too.”

Scott's smile turned mischievous. The thought of his sex video going viral on social media scared him a little even though it hasn't been leaked, Tyler looked at the man and noticed that he was damn serious "Why?" he asked, Scott shrugged "I just want you to leave your former team and join us, be one of our members and I won't bother with the video again, even if you decide not to be attending our parties, I won't bother you but you will not go to your former team parties. You won't be their member again once you accept my proposal so there won't be any need for them to accept you anymore" Scott said.

I was ready to get this whole thing over and done with, ungodly hour or not. I showered to warm up and clear my head. Then I dialed Scott and ordered him to come over. When he started to grumble, I sharply reminded him that this was his call in the first place. A few minutes later, he and four of his men joined us in one of the empty conference rooms on the first floor. “You were right,” I said to Scott. He was in his late thirties with sandy brown hair and brown eyes, an oddly ordinary-looking man for such a profession as ours. Luckily, he was the kind to spare no one’s feelings or have the patience to lie.

As more guests arrived, Megan and Jonathan hurried off to greet them. Meanwhile, Scott, holding a glass of wine, walked confidently toward Caitlin. Standing in front of her, his gaze unabashedly roved over her figure. With a smirk, he tried to strike up a conversation. “Caitlin, it’s been years. You seem to be doing quite well for yourself.” Scott made no mention of the past, assuming Caitlin was still in the dark about the fire he had started years ago. His interest was now piqued by her transformation; the new, stunning Caitlin had become an irresistible magnet.

Nichols show up. There was no response from the bedroom, but the door was soon opened. Scott was wearing casual pants and nothing on top, his body still covered in water droplets. Clearly, he was worried about what was happening outside and had come out without drying himself off. He stepped in front of Julissa and, with a cold tone, addressed the room, “If anyone has questions, you can ask me directly.” The reporters were stunned, speechless for a moment. Heather, standing at a distance, straightened up. Her once-beautiful face twisted in anger, her features tightening like an angry old witch.

"Are you here to make a joke out of me?" "I'm here for the moment you want me to make a move." Scott's voice turned grim. It was a tone that could only come from a powerful man. "I was powerless five years ago, Nicole. I couldn't do anything when I watched you descend into hell, but I'm back now." His blunt words were like a bullet that shot through my defense. Quinn whistled. "Um… I just remembered I have a shipment I need to oversee. I'll be taking my leave. You guys should talk!" With that, she stepped on the gas and made her escape.

I reply, coldly. Scott is wearing a pair of cargo pants and a pink T-Shirt. Nothing special, yet he manages to look impossibly sexy. I haven’t got my head around that idea yet. Scott being sexy, I mean. Scott looking half decent used to be a difficult enough concept. Every morning, I expect him to emerge looking like he used to; as if he stepped out of a Time Machine, all monstrous clothing and mad hair.

“He's my buddy, but he's boring. I'm the only one in the team that he's close with.” Boring? Since when did his personality change? He used to be the liveliest person in school back then. “Ms V… His eyes are up here.” My cheeks burned hot with embarrassment when Scott said, distracting my attention from Noah's dick as my eyes found their way down there again. Holy fuck! I need to disappear from here this minute. Scott is a fucking bastard! “Get to work.” I said coldly, and without another word, I turned away to observe others, trying to stay composed.

Cameron took a long time to recover from his surprise, and he found it difficult to accept everything that was happening before him. What the heck was going on? The supreme kingpin Scott was actually scared of Zayn? Scott was trembling profusely as he begged for Zayn’s forgiveness? What the heck had happened? His eyes had been shut earlier, So he did not see the moment when Zayn took Scott’s punch to his face and came out unscathed. As a result, Cameron was thoroughly confused and could not believe that the situation taking place before him was real.

Anna was shocked when she saw Scott standing there. At first, she thought that Alex and the Yowell family were having a conflict, and that Alex wanted to kill the Yowell family. But it turned out it was actually Scott that he wanted to kill. “What is going on? Can someone fill me in? “Grandpa Yowell, are you alright? “Michelle… were your martial art abilities destroyed? Who did it? “I did. Anna Coleman, there’s no reason for you to be involved here. Get out of the way,” Scott said bluntly after retrieving his energy.