Tony Hale Novels & Stories

"You cost me five million dollars, Alex." The voice was calm, devoid of anger, which made it infinitely more terrifying. Alex stood in the center of the vast, sterile office, his hands clammy. The man behind the mahogany desk, Marcus Hale, was a titan of industry. He was in his late fifties, with a powerful build, a sharp jawline, and silver-grey hair that only enhanced his aura of absolute authority. His eyes, a piercing cobalt blue, were fixed on Alex.

Jasper looked hesitant for a moment before raising a hand and giving Amelia a thumbs-up. "Today, we have specially invited Mr. Hale to usher in the festivities of Megatech's opening. Let's welcome him with a warm round of applause! "Mr. Hale is a pioneer of our country's science and technology field, and has been devoted to scientific research throughout his entire career. With his blessing, Megatech's journey from here on is bound to be a success. Hopefully, with achievements as stellar as those of Mr. Hale himself." The mention of Mr. Hale's name sent shock rippling through Amelia and Jasper. They had never heard from their mentor that he'd be coming today.

“Whoever did this knew where to hit.” A shadow moved near the gate. Alexander’s gun was in his hand in an instant, but before he could aim A voice cut through the air, calm and cruel. “Still playing house with the billionaire, Elena?” The sound of it froze me. Richard Hale stepped out from behind the hedges, dressed in black, rain glistening on his shoulders. His smirk was the same as it had been years ago cold, mocking, a ghost from the past I’d hoped never to see again.

Finn is here as well, along with Celeste, so I make it a point to sink into the farthest chair and just hope he says nothing about us. Celeste offers me a disdainful smirk, like she has a personal beef with me or something. Before I can take in one more breath, the door barges open and an older man strides in, all silver hair, sharp jaw, and cold eyes. I place the resemblance immediately. He has to be Celeste’s father. That makes him Mr. Hale, the largest shareholder of the Northline Sports Agency. The room shifts with his dominance. I can tell that Jax isn’t exactly a fan of how he scoots away.

"I'm out by the small lake. Is everything ok?" "Fuck, if only! Want to hit the gym?" Aside from our regular training grounds and hall we also have another hall that is equipped with gym equipment. We've only had the gym for around two years after Tony's nagging became a nightmare to deal with and I gave in and allowed him to have the hall done out with everything that he wanted and thought others would use, and if I'm being honest, the gym has been a lifeline for more than one of my pack members on more than one occasion myself included. Not that I will tell Tony that. The fucker is cocky enough as it is without me stroking his echo.

If his mother had anything to do with it, James would be one day. “Almost… have you heard of Hale Enterprises? He chokes on the last of the beer. “Hale tech is going into every safety system in the latest rescue choppers…. Hell, yes! I’ve heard of them.” I hold out my hand. “Serena Hale. Nice to meet you.” Eight million is insane. But if it means getting to James and making sure he’s okay… To say I love you before it’s too late... It’s worth every cent.

​"Ready." ​Richard Hale was sixty-three years old and looked fifty-five. He was the embodiment of American vigor—teeth too white, skin too tanned, and a smile that had been focus-grouped for four decades. He stood in the doorway and swept Xavier into a brief, masculine embrace before turning his full, high-beam attention on Scarlett.

“Mr. Miller, there’s someone downstairs. Says it’s urgent. He wouldn’t give a name.” “Did you get a look at him?” She nodded, pale. “yeah, he is tall, bald with tattoo on his neck” My blood turned to ice. No. He wouldn’t… I was already moving. Down the stairs, through the private exit, past the polished glass walls that now felt like a trap. I burst into the back hallway and found him leaning casually against the wall like he owned the building. Christopher Hale.

“Mr. Hale would like to speak with you in his office now” My stomach dipped. Richard Hale — senior partner. Lead on the Delaney case. I walked in. “Miss Carlisle,” he said, gesturing to a chair. “Have a seat.” “thank you, sir.” “This is short notice, but I need you to step up. Luna speaks highly of you.” “I have a deposition this afternoon. A Tech billionaire. The DA believes one of his companies built software Delaney used to conceal transactions. Data aggregation, encryption. He’s a material witness.”

Some men loved to do that because they were a bunch of sick rapists. Hazel tried to look away thinking I was not going to approach her but if she thought that, she had another thing coming. “Alonzo,” I greeted. The man looked at me and smiled. His yellow teeth looked disgusting. I almost wanted to knock them out. Why would a rich man like him not invest in veneers? Maybe he enjoyed turning people off. “Markos—” “How much for your date?” I asked. Hazel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.