Scott So Novels & Stories

Having Zayn sit opposite him showed the stark difference between the men. “I believe you, sir, are here to represent Mr. Andrew.” He was looking at Zayn, who nodded in agreement. He scanned the room, moving uncomfortably, feeling out of place in the cluttered office. “This young man here is Scott and claims to have some information on where Miss Grant is.” For the first time since he arrived, he looked the man in the eye. Scott had felt invisible to him up until that moment. “A man claiming to be a prominent politician from Kenya found me and asked me to carry out a job for him.” He seemed quite embarrassed saying this.

Elliot and Nate swung their gazes over to see Alyssa Vauban and Agent Scott Tabor standing mid-court. “Who let you in?” Elliot groused. Scott pulled his FBI badge out of his pocket, flashing it at the two men. “This tends to get me into even the swankiest of places. Tell me, gentleman, is this game over or would you like to see how the big boys do it?” Elliot barked out a laugh. “That’s a lot of trash talk there. I hope you can back it up with some talent.” Scott began rolling up his sleeves. It wasn’t lost on anyone that Alyssa’s gaze went straight to the newly exposed flesh. She didn’t hear Nate the first time he called her name.

Kaiser sounded more impressed than surprised and Scott is pleased to notice that. “Exactly,” Scott grinned, resting his back against his Riemann Gilt Bronze Chair. A taunting scoff escaped his lips as he taps his temples with an index finger. “I am just surprised because that impertinent Kathleen trusted me. I mean, those bits of information were crucial and I know that she knows I can ruin everything,” he tittered.

I'm still at the grocery] SCOTT - [I got some steroid shots this morning. I'll be okay by tomorrow] RAYAN - [Not what I asked] RAYAN - [Do you need anything right now?] SCOTT - [I PROMISE I'm okay. Taking it easy today] RAYAN - [Do you own a knife and a large pot?] SCOTT - [...Why?] SCOTT - [I do, but how is that pertinent?] RAYAN - [Text me your address] SCOTT - [...]

I lost Mr. Satoshi to him, I am not going to lose any more clients to him, he thought. Scott stood up and got out of the Jacuzzi naked. He tied the towel around his waist, carried the bottle of scotch and the glass, and walked into his bedroom, as he got into his bedroom, he dropped the bottle of scotch and glass on his center table and sat down on his bed. What did I ever do to Rockwell for him to come after my clients, Scott thought.

Scott pointed to the seat next to Cameron and I took it without hesitation. Mr. Scott was a man in his early fifties with salt and pepper hair cut short to his scalp and a huge built. I think he was well over six feet tall, much the same height as Cameron and his skin was a dark caramel. Overall, he was a very intimidating person that no one wanted to mess with. Hopefully, I hadn’t done anything to get on his bad side either. “I-is this a-about Mr. A-Agnes?” I managed to stutter out past the lump in my throat.

He tells Stephanie “ Now I need to have a few words with my beta, if you all could leave.” He orders them. After they are all gone, Gordon waits for a few minute, contemplating Scott“ So…What is going on with you and Emma? “ You have notice,” Scott snap his eyes to Gordon “Obviously I have, your face look like you are constipating.” Gordon makes fun of Scott. “Oh fuck you.” Scott says irritably to Gordon. “She is my mate…” “What? But she is engage to the business tycoon’s son, Philips” Gordon is astonish with Scott revelation.

Scott yelled. His face turned cold as he pointed at Alex. “I want him dead. Anna Coleman, you won’t be able to stop me,” Scott added. Anna immediately put herself between the two. “He’s one of our people from Divine Constabulary. You can’t hurt him,” Anna said.

“Nah. Story’s bogus.” “Brad Finch swears it’s true. Said he’s seen em himself.” “Brad Finch is a dumbass,” Scott replied calmly. “Well, why’re we here, then? Ain’t we gotta mow old Martha Wilkins’ lawn by three?” Scott waved. “Yeah, but she’s got one of those new JOHN DEERE riders. That won’t take long.” Hands on hips, surveying Bassler House’s ruined interior, he pronounced, “We’re looking for something better anyway. We’re looking for beer and soda cans.”

I chuckle, trying to lighten the mood. That adorable blush covers his cheeks. "Yeah, you're new, and I don't want you getting burned. Just be careful of Alonso Moretti, okay? He has a bit of a reputation with girls." I roll my eyes playfully. "Oh, the superstar quarterback having a reputation? Shocking!" "He's a cool guy, and he's my friend." Scott says almost apologetically. "There have just been some rumors, I don't want you caught up in any of that, is all."