Tony Hale Novels & Stories

Tired in a way only men at the top ever sounded. “This is Richard Hale.” Alex closed his eyes briefly. Starlife. “Yes,” Alex said evenly. “What can I do for you?” There was a pause. Not hesitation, calculation. “I’d like to see you today. In person.” Alex leaned against the glass wall, eyes scanning the skyline. “About what?” “About fixing a mistake,” Hale said. “One that’s already cost us more than we anticipated.” Alex didn’t respond. “If you’re willing,” Hale continued, “four o’clock. The Madison Club.”

Then he opened his computer and started searching. What came back as the result from the search made him sit up slowly in his chair. Mark Tony was not a small person. He had connections in law enforcement, political reach and he's a son of a late business mogul. Now he understands why the case could be closed easily, Chief Hale was in his pay roll. Without trying to investigate it, it's not difficult to know even with the eyes closed. Reeves sat back in his chair, picked up his pen and continues to hit it on his palm, thinking.

“Do you know Tony?” Yael then replied calmly, “Tony is a local tyrant in Asperia. He’s the boss of all of the clubs in Asperia, and you can say that he’s Peter’s boss too. When Michael raided Peter's club, Tony seemed to be aware of it, so he found someone to replace him.” Nolan squinted his eyes. “So he's the one who's going to replace the Chases?” Yael nodded. “That’s right. Tony probably would take over Caleb’s position after his death. It seems like Tony was aware that something was wrong with the batch of goods. I wonder how he knew our plan.”

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

“Thirty-second floor. Mr. Hale will see you.” Mr. Dominic Hale. Founder of the elite Hale & Lex Law Group. A man so powerful even his whispers could bankrupt empires. I’d Googled him the night before. His pictures didn’t prepare me. The elevator doors opened into a private hallway carpeted in thick gray. Every step I took seemed to echo in the quiet. The door to his office was already ajar, and I stood there for a moment, adjusting my blouse before knocking. “Come in.” His voice was deep. Not just deep—dominant, laced with quiet command. I pushed the door open and saw him.

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."

but as Alexia Skylar Hale, im known to be work along side my father, in the company, of course. My father is Chris Hale. The owner of the Hale company. We're the second most well known family because of our company. The mafia shit is private. And for the mafia as well, we're second. And i have no issue with that at all. Matter of fact, neither does my father.

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

“Mr. Hale, I could say the same.” He frowned. “And not only are you despicable,” I added. “Congratulations, you hold the trophy for the most shameless man on earth.” His expression darkened. “Andrew Hale.” I folded my arms. “Whatever was between us died ten years ago. Targeting the Sterling Empire just to get my attention is ridiculous.” “Without me, you wouldn't be here or even have a company to brag about.” He stepped close. “If I wish, both you and that company will disappear in a second.”