Tommy Slater Novels & Stories

I could keep myself safe, but what would I say to Rick if something happened to his son? Tommy was a great guy. He was almost seven feet tall, his dirty blond hair always disheveled, his brown eyes ever cheerful, his smile wide. And he was always ready to come to anybody’s aid. We fought and made peace, trained and ran away to the mountains... So many adventures, so much fun, so much laughter.

“Another fine day, ruined by responsibility.” Slater was a former Green Beret, a sniper and the force protection specialist on MIT2, responsible for their safety logistics and assessing environment. He was the funny dude in the bunch, the king of one-liners. He was also just as laid-back as Johnny, a former Ranger and the team medic. Leave the two of them together for the afternoon, and it looked like a nuke had gone off in the apartment. After a quick tidy, Max moved towards the station. “It’s my turn, take a break.”

He rolls his eyes as he adjusts his abnormally huge body into the small seat and Maximus finally takes one. “The man that you are looking for is known as Slater. We have heard you call him doctor and nothing else. The name that we give you is from his mates Avery and Salvatore. The rest of the information that we have for you is quite sensitive so I need to trust that it will not leave this room” he states as he rises to stand. “I have no one to share it with” I remind him as I stare at him. “Your mate and brother are not either. The information stays with you and only you” He commands.

He commented shielding his eyes from the glaring sun. "My father trained me. His methods are a lot different, I suppose." He nodded. "I'm flint, by the way." He gave me his hand and I shook it. "Seraphina." Flint was a young male, with auburn hair and grey eyes. He recently joined the army therefore he wasn't rude like the other's. He seemed like a nice male, not tainted with patriarchy, yet. "Enough with the idle chatting. Lift your spears and show what you can do!" The Alpha king's voice boomed causing us to split away to look for the spears. After training the whole morning we went for the meal and then I went to the princess's chambers.

Casey asks as he stands up and approaches Tommy. Casey looms over Tommy, as he is taller and broader. Tommy does not let himself be intimidated by the billionaire's stature. Instead, he puffs up his chest and continues the confrontation. Heather starts to introduce them, "Casey, this is Tommy McNeil. An officer with the Boston Police Department," "And Heather's oldest friend," Tommy interrupts. "Heather and I have some important matters to talk about, so I think it would be best if you left," Tommy rudely says to Casey.

It's quite a dirty scary world" "You're right. It's better I walk around alone than walk with you. Who knows what could happen. Now let go" "Hey chill. I'm trying to lighten up the mood. Come on, don't be so up tight. I'm Tommy, you can call me Tom. And you are? "Tommy, let go of my hand. It's ungentlemanly to hold a woman's hand without her permission even when she's asking you to let go. Weren't you taught that?

"Tommy has been working really hard." "Coach," Tommy said shyly, "I wanted to tell you that my family got some really good news yesterday." "Oh yeah? What happened?" "My mom got a letter saying that I'm getting a scholarship to join a travel hockey team next year," Tommy said, his eyes bright with excitement. "It's from something called the Sterling Foundation." I felt my heart stop. "The Sterling Foundation?" "Yeah," Mrs. Rodriguez said. "It's this amazing organization that helps young athletes whose families can't afford expensive sports programs. They're going to pay for Tommy's equipment, travel costs, coaching fees - everything."

His shirt was torn, his face a mess of swollen flesh and broken teeth, his eyes darting between me and the six enforcers circling like wolves, their guns glinting under the flickering fluorescent light. Tommy had crossed me—betrayed the Moretti Syndicate by running a side hustle with Salazar’s crew, trafficking women and children for sex rings. I didn’t touch that filth. Drugs, guns, murders fine—but human trafficking that involves women and children was a sin I’d never forgive. My blood burned, my Beretta heavy in my hand, the weight a promise of justice.

While outside the room, Tommy asked one of his men to send the final recording to Helena. “Make sure Miss Helena decides what's best. We do what she wants,” Tommy said with a long sigh. “Yes, sir.” The subordinate hurried to do as his big boss asked. “Damn, I think I need to change my clothes. Don't let Clara know that I just beat someone up.” Tommy looked down at his bloodstained shirt. “When will Michael be able to replace me?” he grumbled as he quickly took off his shirt. “Don't tell me he's too weak to torture someone?”

Chatrine's arrival Tommy is helpless at this time; on the one hand, his wife is sick, and on the other hand, his son is also in a coma in another part of the country. Almost every day, he called Rivera, asking for help and forgiveness at the same time. He even wanted to talk to Rivera's husband to ask Dimitri for permission. Rivera only sighed when Tommy mentioned her husband, and they didn't know he had failed to marry. Talking to Dimitri?