Steve Rogers Novelas e Histórias

HUNT "If you want to be a leader, you can't make stupid decisions and mistakes. Love isn't what makes you a stronger Alpha for the pack, nor does mercy. Toughen up or get out of my pack," my father said, walking around my room. I remembered him killing one of the rogues earlier. The image haunted my mind as he drove his dagger into the rogue's neck and dark blood split from the open wound.

Meanwhile, Mom, Craig, and his mom gave them the evil eye. I was a bit afraid of the way they were looking at them if I knew my mom well, is that she always likes to get her way. One way or another, but she will not quit until she does. She's dangerous, especially when it's the three of them together. I just know they're planning on something. "Sammy, Sammy, play with me!" Roger's son, Petey runs to me, wrapping his hands around my hips. He was only five years old and so energetic. I love having him over and playing with him.

the rogue replies. “They will not know who said anything,” I say to him quietly. “They have ears everywhere,” he replies terrified as if someone was standing right in front of him. “Tell me,” I say to him. “Alpha Stevens,” he replies in a whisper. “Why?” I ask. “He wants you. He will stop at nothing to get you,” he replies in another whisper.

I know I should be focusing on the possibility rogues are about to attack. But I can’t stop thinking about what he said. Logan said he loves me! I don’t think anyone outside of my parents has ever said those words to me. Okay, so Alex has said it, but he’s like my brother. That’s completely different from hearing Logan say them.

I say as evenly as I can. An icy look of fear flashes on Roger's face, and I tilt my head to the side. I give him a blank, emotionless stare as I wait for him to break. "Okay, okay. His name is Hugh. He was a rogue, but he was allowed to join Riverstone. He is part of our group," Roger all but yells out. "And what group would that be," I ask before tilting my head to the other side. I slide the knife down his stomach, and his breath hitches.

" I heard Colin Rogers applied for a job here" I mention. " Oh, yes he did." "I'm sure you're aware that Mr. Rogers has a...history. I'd advise you to be cautious in considering his employment here. It would be quite...unfortunate if your company were to suffer any tarnish to its reputation." Mr. Steven's expression suddenly darkens. He leans forward, lowering his voice. "Are you suggesting Mr. Rogers may bring a stain to our company?"

“Petrakis. I never thought I would see the day I received your call. “ The man on the other end said. “Rossi. Remember that favor you owe me? “ “Straight to business then. You finally want to collect? “ “Yes. A woman is looking for employment in your company. Her name is Hazel Thompson. I want you to cancel her interview. “ There was silence on the other end of the line. I almost thought the douche had fucking hung up on me. But Rossi was a smart man. He knew better than to disrespect me. “Is that how you want to call in your favor? “ He had a point. I could need him for something else–something more important–more important. Fuck, Hazel was back in my life for less than thirty minutes and s

I pull my legs up, wrapping my arms around my knees and staring steadily at the blank television screen. “Does the tv work?” I ask, my voice shaking a little despite myself. “I…don’t know…” Roger replies, his tone curious. “Do you want me to try it?” “Mmmhmm!” I say, my hum an octave higher than it would usually be. Slowly, Roger stands up and moves to the TV, treating me to the opportunity to scan the broad muscles of his back, which sweep downward to a trim waist. He even has two little dimples on either side of his spine right above his perfect ass…

A tall man appeared behind the door with a small smile curving his lips upwards. "Sorry for interrupting. But we thought it best if we checked on your progress, sir," the man said. He smiled brightly at me, but I could immediately tell by his cold blue eyes that there was no warmth behind the smile. "Who are you?" I demanded angrily as he approached, glancing quickly between the boy and the man with suspicious eyes. He tilted his head slightly, looking confused. "My name is Roger. I am one of the most respected members of the organization and one of the top agents working for the organization, if not the top agent. It's nice to meet you."

Roger was chatting with one of them, a middle-aged man with bright red hair and a closely trimmed beard. "Connie!" Roger waved me over, and I eased through the people, still holding Sarah's hand. "Connie, this is my friend Steve. Steve, my neighbor, Connie." "It's a pleasure Connie." His voice was soft and kind, and his hand warm as I shook it. "I know Joan and Roger have been wanting to get you here for a while, now." "Thanks, it's nice to be here. This is my partner, Sarah." I watched his reaction, which consisted only of a warm smile.