The Hustler Novels & Stories

His phone vibrates and Harvey's message comes. Handsome Hulk: You got a crazy stalker out there, huh. Handsome Hulk: She's sexy though, as a p**n star. Alessandro: I only have my wife set in my mind. Want to know details. Handsome Hulk: Gross! I swear, if you aren't married to my sister, I might have already tortured you. Handsome Hulk: I am currently torturing those bastards who hurt my woman and cutting off their dick. Alessandro: Hays, I wish I could do the same to the bastard who played on my wife.

“Are you in a hurry? Wait and see how it’s gonna unfold, it seems you’re feeling defeated,” Nate said and Derrick Burst into laughter from the other end of the call. “I wonder who you think you’re, you mean I will be defeated by a mere sèx stripper like you? Try again next time, you don’t even know law, did you have licence? I will be coming with my lawyer to the next meeting” Derrick said and Nate scoffed.

she stuttered, her eyes darting up to meet his. He smiled, but it seemed more like a smirk to Mira. "No problem. I'm Max. And you are...?" He paused, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're the girl from the street, aren't you? The one who was staring at me like you'd never seen a guy before?" Mira's face burned with embarrassment, and she felt like she was melting into the floor. "Yeah, that's me," she muttered, trying to play it cool.

I muttered to myself as I reached for my phone, opening up the I*******m app. I brushed my dark hair backwards, starting a live video. “Hi, everyone. It's me, Davis Beckett. Your biggest Benison star. And I'm here to publicly apologize to someone we've all… practically tortured and bullied with our words and actions. I want to confess that I…I was behind the release of Alexandra Moore's diary.”

That the teasing had been his awkward attempt at a language he did not know how to speak. She let the words sink in. They did not erase the image of men laughing at a bet. They did not change the fact that her first instinct had been to be swallowed by humiliation. But there was something else in his eyes now that had not been there before. Notched underneath the arrogance and the sarcasm, there was a rough kind of honesty, and it made a difference.

I was not even sure anymore. A male stripper danced close to me, his junk bouncing up and down right in front of me. He turned around, showing me his detectable ass, making me chuckle slightly. However, I did not play into his hands. I would have if I hadn't been in such a bad mood.

Then he sighed, ran a hand through his dark hair, and muttered something that sounded like “I’m going to regret this.” “Come on,” he said. “I’ve got a place you can crash for the night. Somewhere safe.” “I don’t even know your name.” He looked at me then, really looked at me, and I saw something in his dark eyes that made my breath catch. Not pity. Something harder. Something protective. “Enzo,” he said. “Enzo Romano. President of the Giants MC.” My eyes dropped to his leather jacket. I’d been too panicked to notice before, but now I saw them: patches. Insignia. The club’s symbol — a roaring giant.

Tatum helps me out of bed, and my legs still feel wobbly. "Justin is a hacker. I pay him to gather specific information for me when I need it quickly. He's expensive, but he's worth it. He's a werepanther. The men I'll have to pick them up actually work for the NYPD, but they're weregrizzlies." Wow, this is a whole new world. I can't help giggling as I picture Apollo standing beside a panther and two grizzlies. Before we get into the shower, Tatum calls to have a rental car delivered to us so we can drive ourselves. Just as we start heading toward the city, his phone rings.

There was something about him that pulled me to him like a magnet, yet the rest of me was screaming to run fast and far. As soon as I sat in the car, I instantly got my phone from my bag. The only thing that was on my mind was the porn star. I needed to search and find out whether Luis was right. Was he the porn star or Luis was lying?! I was proven wrong as soon as I googled him. He was him. ~Drake Hudson, (born May 14, 1988) is one of the hot male models who works in adult…..”, My mouth was open as I read every information about him. It was damn unbelievable and before I knew it, I was checking out his pics.