Tony Kenning Novels & Stories

But Kane respected him, if only because he had given him purpose when he had nothing. "I still have a few days left," Kane muttered, his voice low and even, meeting the old man's gaze without hesitation he knew mclauren was scared of bum the way he spoke voice lowered . McLauren studied him, tapping his thick fingers against the wooden desk. "Why don't you take my offer? Train some of the new guys. Hell, some of them worship you. Be a mentor, stick around." Kane exhaled slowly. He didn't do attachments. Didn't like getting tangled in things he couldn't control. He had seen what loyalty did it made men weak.

His wife, who was also a chef, preparing the steak, smiled at the two of us. The man, Chef Bolton, was my father’s best friend, and his wife knew mom long before I was born. They helped influence me into being the person that I was today. Whether it was learning how to cook, where I worked, and not allowing anyone, no matter who the person was, to step over me. One of the reasons why my father always had me growing up around them when he was busy was also the fact that they couldn’t have kids. They took me in as their own when he was in his worst of states, and when he didn’t want me staying alone within the pack if I had work, I would be with them, and that was the best thing that could hav

She completely shut down, and I don’t know how to make it better. Brent has been keeping me updated with the latest things that have been going on with Liverpool, which I was grateful for. As much as dear old Dad didn’t want to keep me informed about anything, I still held a lot of power and respect in my pack, unlike him, so I was happy that Brent and Alex were messaging me daily.

If he only knew, I’d been here all along. "Seems like it's all in order. Get back to work. I've never personally met Mister Kinsley, but the way Mister Westbrook implied he's not a man to cross,” he said, shoving the letter back at me. "I'm just finishing up. Trust me, and I don't want to see this Kinsley guy angry,” I smirked, grabbing my things.

“You won’t have to wait much longer.” “Are you going to say anything?” Keia leaned in closer and whispered to me, “About being the big ‘V’?” “If the Gitana really is a psychic, she should pick up on it without me saying a thing.” I wasn’t exactly eager to chat with the Gitana. The quicker we wrapped this up, the sooner we could grab a bite to eat. A massive guy cloaked in a dark brown robe stood watch at the entrance of the tent. Every now and then, he would pull back the fabric to let the next group in.

Recently, their boss had been interrogating Jim and the other assistants, pretending to casually ask and then forcing Jim to confess their dating process, with an eager expression that couldn't help but make Tony speechless. Boss, are you so eager to learn, does Madam know? Keith nodded, looked at Tony, and immediately reproached him, "Tony, you should get a girlfriend!" Ahem... Tony's heart was bitter. Mr. Keith, the reason why I don't have a formal girlfriend now is because I'm always following you around everywhere, isn't it? However, Tony dared not say this. He had dated before, he had just broken up with someone a few days ago. As the most capable assistant to the president of the Nelso

Clinton's p.o.v I had a really hectic day. I noticed something wrong with my company report, so I spent the day at the office, searching for the problem. Eventually, I found it—a mistake with one of our products had caused a huge shortage. We lost a lot of money, but I didn’t fire the man responsible, even though that would have been the easy, fair choice. After interrogating him thoroughly, I knew it was an honest mistake. And mistakes are meant to be forgiven.

I just need you to see what a joke these two are. "Was there something you two needed?" Once again, it was Jen who couldn't leave well enough alone. She just couldn't seem to help herself, and he wondered how blind the other two were that they couldn't see what was really going on here. Since Kerry seemed to have gone mute in the last five minutes, he figured it was up to him to bring the shit out in the open. He'd lost interest in his little experiment already. He'd expected more from his opponents than to be facing off with fucking middle-schoolers.

I knew that body and those hazel eyes from anywhere. I tried to walk to her but the senator appeared and grabbed my arm. “Markos, I’m glad you came,” he said as he pulled me into an unwanted hug. I had to go to hios party to show him he and I were still partners. To rule the black world of New York, you need law enforcement and a few politicians. The senator was among those on my payroll and I couldn’t fuck it up because he would screw everything about me. There was a reason they always wound up dead after they retired. They always got big heads and ewuallty big mouths.

Ken stood before a pacing Harry in the living room of the cabin. As a frat house it was simple, rustic with minimal furniture. "Calm down, bro." Ken said, causing him to pause. "That bastard is not taking me seriously." He shouted. "Does he think I'm joking?" "No. But it's just his way to assert his power. You are still the one in power. You have the leverage, so calm down." Hearing that, Harry sank down on a chair. Ken followed suit as Harry called Donovan who picked up after the second ring. This delay also infuriated Harry. Donovan should be desperate, calling him all the time.