Slayer Retiring Novels & Stories

I say with a shrug. "How so?" He says shutting the door behind him. "Could of walked on me getting laid." He chuckled at that. "Yeah that would be worse. You wanted to see me though?" I nodded. "This saturday I will be apointing you my Beta. Lucas and Dirge have put in official requests to retire so I will be officially oppointing you and Kyle to take their places." I watch him cross his arms and give me a skeptical look. "Which Kyle?" I look at him confused for a moment. Fuck what was Kyles last name?

The car dragged him for several meters before his grip failed and the momentum threw him violently onto the asphalt. "I'm not afraid to die! Eloise! Give it to me! I'll drink it!" In the rearview mirror, I watched him lie motionless on the ground, a broken, crumpled mess. I looked away. I was so tired. It was over. I asked my assistant in the front seat for the latest update. "Doctor, latest intel. Slade is liquidating all his fixed assets in North America." On the screen was a series of staggering financial transactions.

Sam leaned against the study door, looking smug. "Divorced or not, you're not to harass her again. Otherwise, don't blame me for being unkind." I hadn't expected Susan to bail him out so quickly. I could predict she'd hire the best lawyers to exonerate him, and more innocent women like Shelia would fall victim in the future. But now, I could do nothing. Away from my battlefield, "hero" was just a title. This realization filled me with anger and frustration. Three days ago, I officially submitted my retirement application, which was approved yesterday. This weekend, I've been preparing to join the Thornton Group's board of directors.

As soon as we were airborne she kicked off her sandals, propped her bare feet in my lap, and stared out at the lagoons shrinking below us. I rubbed slow circles on her ankle with my thumb, thinking about the conversation I’d been dodging for weeks. “I’ve been thinking,” I said. She raised a brow over the top of her sunglasses. “Dangerous habit.” “Smartass.” I took a breath. “I’m gonna retire.” The sunglasses came off. “Like… retire retire? As in hang the skates up for good?” “Yeah.” She blinked. “Rhett, you’re twenty-three. You’re in your prime. You love hockey.”