Tom Tate Novels & Stories

TAKEN ten He wore a neutral gray three button suit, a modest bright red tie and a white collared shirt. He had groomed his short black hair and was also wearing a closed toe oxford black shoe with gray pants. It was not his first day at work but he needed to give a smart impression. He was the new boss, he had to set standard. He moved out of his room to join his brother outside the house, Marcus was beside his car together with his wife, she was knotting him up and they were having a discussion.

Alex POV Charlotte started training today, she isn’t as bad as she tried to tell me she was. She definitely lacks confidence in herself. Her right hook is something that can be feared. She knocked one of the men out with one hit. Her balance is great, speed could use some improvement and skill level isn’t half bad for someone who’s never trained before. But what she told me about her past would make sense. She needed to know how to protect herself so I guess a little fighting skills are better than none. Soon she will be great. I promised her that. Her determination to be able to stand with us in battle when needed is strong and adorable if you ask me. She’s been in her room since training e

He was strong with a dangerous aura but he was nothing compared to Kein. “What are you doing here?” Besides my better judgement my arms wrapped around him, whispering to his chest. His lips didn’t dare move from my hair. “Your father said I should forget you. I knew something was up. I went to my father for assistance.” “But you hate your dad.” I pointed out, pulling back. “ For you, going to a few family dinners is nothing.” I swallowed, my heart drumming. Tate had disowned himself from his family. His family came from a long line of powerful politicians filled with nothing but money. They were corrupt and greedy. He left when he was eighteen and made a name for himself.

BLAKE I stared at a smiley Tom, a small frown gracing my forehead. Tom is a lot taller and muscular than I was. He was an Alpha and a warrior after all. His mismatched hair of blonde and black was neatly tied in a low bun with few strands falling on his face. When Tom was in this hairstyle, he looked a lot like his father, Alpha Jackson.

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

He slowly opened the door and froze when he spotted him. Tom was sitting on the ground with his back against the bed and his hand clutching a chunk of his hair. He looked up at Tate and went back to staring at nothing. His TV was on, a video game to be precise and music was playing. Tate's eyebrows furrowed. His face was black and blue, there was a band aid above his left eye and a bandage on his arm. "I tried everything." He muttered. "It's not working." His eyes were growing red.

She was about to face the man who brought her into this world — a man she both hated and feared, the one who had nearly dismantled her entire life. “Hey, pezzo di merda! Get up!” the guard shouted on the screen, his Sicilian accent heavy and mocking. “The Don wants to speak to you. Move!” The sound of rattling chains filled the air. The camera jolted as the guard moved into the cramped space, finally steadying on a face. Tatum Tate appeared on the screen. He looked battered — his face a map of black and blue bruises, with fresh torture scars jagged across his brow and cheek. To a stranger, he looked like a pathetic, broken old man deserving of pity, but to us, he was the monster finally cage

When I pushed open the heavy glass door of the Nightshade Tattoo Studio, the wind chime above it rang out in a crisp cascade of sound. Henry Kane sat on a tall stool behind the workstation, wearing a black mask as he lowered his head and sketched. The air-conditioning ran cold inside the shop, carrying a faint blend of disinfectant and sharp tobacco. It was an unmistakable scent that belonged only to him. At the sound, he did not even look up; only the pencil in his hand paused for a brief moment.

I ran in as well, only to get stopped by Hunter as he got in front of me and dad. My eyes travelled around the room and I locked eyes with the man who would soon become the man of my dreams and the man in my nightmares. Austin Dechart.

I state, then cross my arms in defiance. Something crosses over Tyson’s face and I don’t know what to make of it. But it looks like disbelief. Yeah well, wake up to the fact that your son isn’t perfect! Well … arghh, his body certainly is! “Tate is working, he’s doing what he should be. Again, he can’t afford any distractions. There are no females in his life and there won’t be at least until he finishes his mission,” he counters, leering down at me.