The Invincible Arthur Gardner Novels & Stories

After that, continuing to take Vivian Arnold out of the house, going to work, Vivian Arnold looked at Tadhg Walter's wrong face, but did not ask much. Tadhg Walter just wanted to get out of here quickly, if Agatha Leonard knew that Gunner Vivian killed a medicinal plant in the garden, that would be a big deal. Gunner Vivian took the two of them more than half way, at this time there were more and more carriages around, entering the crowded streets, a morning full of energy.

And yet he looked at her like an empty glass of wine, useless, discarded. A low knock broke her spiraling thoughts. “Lady Nina,” a voice rumbled. Deep. Steady. Familiar. Her heart skipped. She knew that voice. Arthur. One of Ryker’s most trusted guards. His shadow, his weapon, his loyalty embodied in muscle and steel. She swallowed hard, standing quickly. “Come in.” The door opened, and Aurthur stepped inside, armor stripped down to a black shirt that clung to his body. He kept his eyes lowered, as he always did with her.

Olivia Arthur’s words flip a switch in the people behind us. They charge at the guardians with deep howls, gripping the handle of their flashing swords. I stomp on the closest guardian's foot and elbow him in the face. He steps back enough for me to slip between him and the next guardian. This happens quickly, too quickly. So quickly that I don't realize what I'm doing until it has happened. A few feet away from me, Arthur is snapping his sword down on a guardian. He catches his unprotected shoulder and the man sinks to his knees with a growl. Arthur delivers the final blow and moves on to the next guardian.

EILEEN POV: He was genuine in his approach. He wanted my opinion. “Half a million dollars is beyond the question, but I want to get rid of him forever. Can Mr. Gardener get a better price?” Dominic mulled over the possibility. “From the recording alone, I can tell Arthur isn’t the type to back down easily. If we give him money once, he will come back to ask for more.” “So, we shouldn’t give him money?” I whispered. Wouldn’t the case be dragged to court then?

A guard had caught me, his grip like iron. Panic surged through me. I was so close. Before I could react, a flash of movement cut through the air. Arthur appeared. His presence was a storm of power and fury. His pack guards were with him—at least twenty strong—and in one swift motion, Arthur snapped the neck of the guard holding me. The body dropped lifeless to the ground. I stumbled back, regaining my balance. A tense standstill formed. Tom and Alpha Johnson stood on one side. Arthur and his pack stood on the other.

Royce Miller's POV I decided to get inside my brother's private room in the hospital when I heard steps hastily walking closer to my direction. I turned around and noticed they are dad's men. But I noticed Arthur wasn't around. Arthur is a 38-year-old man with well-built muscles, an expert in martial arts and all types of guns. He is my father's most trusted bodyguard who had been working with us for quite a long time and his loyalty to the family is already proven and tested. But this time, he is not around maybe, he was called by dad, I thought.

Oh, Kiana how could you have been so stupid? With a pounding heart, Kiana grabbed her phone and dialed her doctor’s number but the line went unanswered so she wrote a text. Sleep was starting to hit her so she yawned as she pressed sent. “He will probably respond to me tomorrow,” Kiana mumbled as she drifted off to sleep. ********* Arthur was working late as he did every night after his meetings. Arthur had lost his parents when he was young and was raised by his grandfather, one day he received a tip to look into their deaths and when he told his grandfather about it, he supported his plan for revenge.

ARTHUR’S POV Accepting a weak human as my mate was one thing but having to bear her disobey my orders which even my subordinates won’t do was something I wasn’t sure I could take from her. Once I heard Jeremy and Dennis had been locked up by Maxwell, I went to free them myself. “Oh thank goodness… Arthur. I thought I would probably freeze to death from the floor of this dungeon if you had stayed an hour later…” Dennis grunted as soon as he saw me standing before his cell. I ordered that his cell be unlocked at once.

I said. “That is—” she started. “I know,” I said. “Let me finish,” she said. “Sorry,” I said. She looked at the signature. “That is the most Robert Vane thing I have ever heard,” she said. “And Robert Vane is not even the one who did it.” Something loosened in my chest. “Arthur,” I said. “Arthur,” she said. “Ninety-one years old in a care home in Norwich pulling threads.” She looked up at me. “Did you call him?”