Soren Mcsm Novels & Stories

I could smell the delicious aroma of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. Dane was already up, and he greeted me with a warm smile as I entered the room. “Good morning, beautiful,” he said, pulling me into a tight embrace. “Are you ready for today?” I nodded, feeling a sense of nervousness and excitement all at once. “I can't wait,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Dane escorted me toward the table, sat me down, and served me a plate of eggs and bacon, which I devoured eagerly. We ate, talked about our plans for the day, and Dane filled me in on what to expect during the ceremony.

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

I stood up quickly and squeaked, “Excuse me, I think I need to leave now.” Soren pleaded, “I completely understand your reservations, but let me assure you I am merely offering you a place of conveniency, both residency and medical access. Think of me as your landlord and your daughter’s co-doctor.” “Co-doctor?” I asked. “A good friend of mine shall be present to assist with your daughter’s treatment. His name is Kade, and he is a man with experience in this specific condition—” Soren was silenced by the crash of my wine glass against the floor. The fine crystal shattered, the ruby wine instantly soaking into the dark wood.

I was about to walk away, but he held my arm “ Hey, you're not going to let me talk to myself?” a kind of electricity invaded me, and invaded him too, we strangely looked at each other and I felt a coldness go through my body. and when it reached my back the cold turned into intense heat, this moment took only a few seconds, but the feeling I had was that the sensation of his hand on my skin would be eternal. “Let go of me Mr. Sorelli, I'm going to retire” He took his time to let go, people were already starting to notice. I pulled my arm and hurried up the stairs, I needed to process what had happened there because I didn't even know myself.

I giggled at his words, pursing my lips to hold it in, and he smirked slightly before glancing behind me. "She's coming over, you know, to ruin our romantic conversation," he said sarcastically, and I laughed, trying to sober up as I saw the principal approaching. I quickly got back to work, and he chuckled, leaning against the fence again. "Slim, stop bothering Ms. Hale and get to work," she scolded, and he tilted his head down so that he could see her. "Sure," he said, and she gave him a firm look before walking over to another student.

Directly across. Of course he does. His gaze lifts then, deliberately slow until it finds mine and locks there. For a split second, something flickers. Recognition. Calculation. Surprise, maybe, but if it exists, he buries it fast. What he offers instead is polite interest, the kind reserved for strangers who might become useful. “Nora,” McAllister says, gesturing between us, oblivious to the war detonating under the table. “I'm sure you know David Reid. He’s our… well, silent partner, for lack of a better term.”

SASR. Captain Jack McCormack crouched near the open side door, one hand on the frame, the other on the sling of his SIG MCX. Through the haloed glow of the NVGs, the dunes rolled beneath them like the backs of sleeping leviathans. He ran the checklist without looking: suppressor threaded; secondary Glock seated; encrypted comms paired; drone uplinked; beacon off; IR strobe taped. Everything ready. Everything familiar. Everything that had ever mattered to him fit inside the silhouette of his kit.

“I’m not sure which one she is. Who is her father?” “He was called Colin before he passed away,” Aaron explained. “Seana O’Malley was her great-aunt.” “Oh, that’s right. Renny’s niece,” the old man nodded. “Beautiful girl.” Aaron said nothing, only stared at his grandfather, blue eyes narrowed in anticipation. “Well, my boy, if I’m not mistaken,” he began in a softer voice than Aaron had heard in a while, “it is the Seamus O’Malley family, the one that lives near the base of Mount Torc, that is protected as members of the Order.”

“Just a jab between friends. It really is a miracle he let you out alive.” “Precious cargo,” Domenico said as he pulled me tighter to him. Malcolm sat back down. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked and we both shook our heads and thanked him. “I take it things have settled down in the Ferrante camp?” “More or less,” Domenico said with a nod. “Speaking of, I will be taking over management of some of our overseas accounts.” “Moving up, la Bestia?” Malcolm asked. “Why ask questions you already know the answer to?”

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.