The Mayor 4 Novels & Stories

That was the only thing he needed. "Fourth Haven, Truffle District" she licked her finger smiling. "Your death is waiting for you there every Wednesday night" "This was obviously a trap, Mayor. You can't risk your agents' lives by making them walk into it" Reyes advised him against it. "Anyone can fall into a trap. Anyone including the man who set it" Mayor Mount smiled. He was happy he had gotten what he wanted.

He hissed, still ignorant of the situation he was in. “Wait, Mr. Mayor!” Mirah smirked, gently caressing her cheek. “I hate when a man thinks he can raise his hand just because he’s got a dick.” She scoffed. “But they never realize the consequences could be something else.” She lifted her iPad, showing something to Mr. Mayor, who was struggling in my men’s grip. Poor guy. “Wh-What? What is it? How did you— Stop. Whatever you’re trying to do, stop now.” He started barking like a trapped dog. The color drained from his face like a deer caught in headlights.

Right? Tell Big Jim why they want you, we order. “When we were delivering pizza, we saw these people having sex,” Trent says. “In those costumes. And one of them, he was dying or something. Older guy, he looked important . . . ” It was the mayor. Don’t you read the news? “It—it was the mayor,” Trent stammers. “That’s what the little voice in my head tells me.”

“We’re negotiating.” “With fists,” Calder added dryly. A heavy thud hit wood. “Maddox voted against democracy,” Rafe said. I laughed. “Come in before one of you bleeds on my floor.” The bedroom door opened. Bootsteps crossed the room. A second later, the bathing room door swung inward and steam swallowed four large, wet-haired disasters. Maddox came first, already halfway out of his shirt, expression dark and possessive. Jaxon followed, grinning like sin despite the bruise on his mouth. Calder entered with impossible calm, carrying fresh towels over one shoulder. Rafe came last and locked the door behind him.

For a moment, her movement slowed when she locked eyes with Julian. She tightened her grip on the pole, biting her lower lip as her body fell into a new deliberate rhythm… a silent tease meant for only him. "Mr. Valentino!" The Mayor’s voice cut through the air. Julian’s jaw locked. Forcefully tearing his eyes away from the stage. "Good heavens, Julian! Are you alright?" The Mayor asked with his brow furrowed in genuine confusion. “I'm fine, Mr. Mayor. Focus on our discussion and not my behavior.”