Southern Man Greg Iles Novels & Stories

“Fancy lot, huh? They look like they practice sword-fighting and table manners.” Dr. Harry chuckled. “Don’t let the shine fool you, Jaric. Some of those kids train hard enough to break marble with their teeth.” Coach Greg stood beside him, arms folded, his weathered face unreadable. His voice, when he spoke, was the gravelly calm of a man who’d seen a hundred bouts and only half as many explanations. “All right, Southern Cross, eyes up. Remember: they’re here to learn, not to gloat. Show respect, show control.”

20 minutes later Zach POV I am seated in the car with Adrian, Liam, Zane and the driver. The rest of my men are behind us in another car. Adrian tilts his head to the right before he spoke up. “Hey dude, that car..isn't it familiar?” he said and I checked to see the car he was referring to; A Black Rolls Royce car. “Could that be Greg and his men?” I ask “Greg is an asshole, he barely comes out so if is to be so, it would be his men I think” Zane replied and I shrugged.

he said with a smirk as he licked his lips and ran his hand over Sia's picture and down to her exposed legs and felt something throb in his pants "Rest assured sir... I'll do as my master orders"Greg who was a nearly middle-aged man said, but Justin wasn't paying attention as he continued admiring Sia's beauty however his smile disappeared and was replaced by a frown when he changed the picture only to come across Sia and Emiliano's wedding photo

He was an ex-employee of Southlake Corporation and was surprised to see Willow there. Once he finished his sentence, everybody had their eyes on Willow. Greg saw Willow and admired her pretty figure. He even took a few more glances before walking up to her to greet her. "If it isn't the No.1 most beautiful woman in Southlake City! It's such a surprise seeing you here!" "I don't know you. Please leave!" Willow was already in a foul mood. This person was giving her the creeps. She could not help but feel annoyed. "Ms. Stewart's temper sure is fiery! I am Greg Norris, the CEO of Glorious Group," Greg said while smiling.

Both brunettes looked up to see someone they never thought would, and Giselle's brows creased in confusion as she got out of Ezra's arms and hopped out of the car. "Gregory?" She examined the male from top to bottom, the noirette shrinking under her gaze and stepping back. "What... how... what are you doing here?" She asked, totally dumbfounded about the fact that her ex boss just so happened to show up at her father's house, the very same day that his house happened to look like the real life version of Chowder's and the man in question was no where to be found. "I thought i warned you." Gregory muttered as he scratched the back of his neck, stepping to the side as he tried to avoid Ezra's

“It’s war. And I intend to win.” The silence that followed was thick, heavy, pulsing with his rage. Vanessa dared to step closer, pressing her manicured fingers against his chest in a mix of comfort and desperation. “Then take it back,” she whispered, almost trembling. “If you can’t let her go… then don’t. Show her you’re not the man she thinks you are. Don’t let her bury you.” Greg’s gaze darkened, his lips curving into something dangerous, something promising fire. “Oh, I won’t,” he said softly, almost too calm. “She fooled me once. But the next move? It’s mine. And I’ll make damn sure the world remembers Greg Durojaiye.”

"What are you doing with him? I want a clear answer, Greg. Right now. What are you doing with Cillian Vane?" Greg sighed, rubbing his temples. He looked older than he had a week ago, the stress of the St. Claire-Thorne-Vane war etching deep lines into his forehead. "Well, we have... something personal to discuss, Valerie. It’s complicated." "Personal?" I scoffed, the word tasting like ash. "You've been bought over, haven't you? He has bought you all over, just like he bought the mechanic, just like he’s trying to buy the police. What did he ask you to say? Stop the case? Withdraw the suit? Have you forgotten that I have enough on you to end your career ten times over? Do you want us all to b

"I hear they have this one new striker who is absolutely vicious on the pitch." "Positivity, Greg!" Kyle barked, clapping his hands together loudly to snap his mate out of his spiral. "We've got this! We've trained for this all year. Nobody is walking away with our trophy today!" "If you say so, Kyle," Greg muttered, though he stood up, his broad shoulders squaring as the fierce energy of the room began to take hold.

Giselle smiled, looking up at the man. "Welcome, Mr. West," Greg said, standing to greet him. "Thank you, Greg Thompson," He said, looking at Giselle's face. "Can you be nice enough to concentrate, Mr. West?" Greg said, getting irritated at West's flirty attitude. "We are here for business, remember?" "Business, business, business……Ohhhh! I remember," Mr. West said laughing. "Forgive me, sir." "It's fine," He said, looking away.

I do not intend to break my promise to mama, no more disobedience; it’s just school from now on. Gregory Obika is a British Nigerian who is based in London, a successful businessman who has his own little fashion line and happens to be one amongst the of shareholders of the Ace: A multimillion pounds co-operate organization. Gregory wasn’t super-rich but was smart, willing to invest with other big-time investors. Gregory loved me very much and his wife Sarah took me like one of her own daughters. Gregory felt bad for abandoning mama and me for all those years and when he heard about Taylor being in jail, he felt so bad and was willing to support me with everything I needed on a silver plate.