Traction By Gino Wickman Novels & Stories

Kalen spoke and extended his hand. Gianna glared at his outstretched hand, but after getting encouraging looks from both me and Enzo, she sighed and shook his hand. “This is Trayvon. A member of my pack.” Kalen said and stepped aside as Trayvon extended his own hand. “Rogues don’t have…” Gianna’s words cut off as she shook Trayvon’ hand, and his gaze on her intensified. She immediately stepped back, and removed her hand from his, but he moved forward and followed her.

He stood up and began to pace about for about an hour, trying hard to find a way to pacify the beautiful innocent Lady. As an Italian Mafia man, his first rule is never to make a woman cry, unnecessarily. He was still thinking hard when ma'am Eda arrived from the market with a wide smile on her face and goods from the truck she took. At last Arlene has to come out to help in taking in the stuffs. She however didn't pay attention at all to maximo Santino and the man feel guilty. The night comes so quick and Maximo didn't wish to eat at all. He only laid in his bed in his lighted room and tries to figure out how next movement.

But just as I’m badly trying to avoid monsters from finding me, I was instead welcomed by the same asshole I was hoping so badly to let me be. “Hey, Clara!” he jeered, waving his right hand. Gino was leaning against a pine tree, his legs crossed against each other while playfully clicking his tongue rhythmically. “What did I tell you about escaping?” My grip on the strap of my bag tightened as he began taking steps forward me. “Did you forget it that fast? I mean, we were talking about that days ago.” “I told you already and I will tell you again now, I am not escaping!” “Woah, someone’s guilty.”

The man was a complete ass – but what a sexy ass it is. Tristan abruptly left the table, returning a few minutes later with a small black bag. The whole time Hunji kept hold of my wrist, looming over me. His closeness was starting to make me feel uncomfortable. Tristan sat back down and pulled out some gauze, when he went to take my hand, the warning growl from Hunji startled not just Tristan and me but when we looked at him, we could tell it took him by surprise as well.

Gino laughed and dropped his bag, catching Jenna as she threw her arms around his neck. “Missed me that much?” he chuckled. “I missed your gifts.” Kelvin approached with a grin, arms wide too. “Don’t I get a hug?” Gino turned, expression blank. “Stay back.” Kelvin gasped. “You traitor!” “I’m loyal to the one who doesn’t steal my last cookie,” Gino shot back, laughing. “I will disown both of you,” Kelvin mumbled. “Goodbye, then,” Gino said with a cheeky wave.

"I am to show you something. And please, trust me this time. It is for your own good." "Get me back to the parking lot, Nathan. You heard Lilith. I can't afford it if I will owe her additional ten thousand dollars." Ghino insisted. Even snatched the steering wheel from me. Good thing I immediately stepped onto the brake before we could hit another car in the streets. Ghino moaned from such frustration. Out of anger, he punched his lap a few times. Before he could reach the door of the car, I pulled his body back to me and our lips got leaned to each other. I kissed a male wolf for the very first time.

“It’s been a while since we last met. Too long, perhaps.” Vincenzo just gave a short nod, acknowledging him but not offering warmth. “Gino.” The man, Gino, shifted his gaze to Daisy, a curious look in his eyes. He looked at her up and down, openly admiring her beauty. “Don Marino,” he said, a playful smile on his face, “aren’t you going to introduce me to this stunning woman? It’s not often we see you with such… beautiful company at these gatherings.” Vincenzo’s expression didn't change. His voice remained cold and dismissive. “There’s no need for that, Gino. Your business is with the Don, not with his… woman.”

His face looked very tired. "Sir... We've tried, but..." He spoke while glancing at Jasmine who lowered her head in shame. Oh, the video spread to all corners of the country. Censored videos and not censored. Everything spread quickly. Jasmine the young model, daughter of the incumbent Mayor, Giovanni Wellbert, fucked with three men in a luxury restaurant owned by her father. "I don't care! I want the video deleted! Whatever it takes!" Giovanni snapped at him. "Yes, sir. I understand, but the video has spread so much, even if we delete it all, someone will upload it again... We only managed to suppress the local news from reporting this on television." He said nervously.

He wore an emotionless face that made Lightheart kneel and cover her face with her shuddering hands. Without warning, Liam grabbed Gino by the neck and brought him closer to his figure. His touch was so hot that it made Gino convulse in response to the heat on his neck. His grip was too powerful for him to wriggle out of— the long, skinny fingers felt like nails piercing inside of Gino's throat, not allowing him to transform into a wolf. "I am…THE NEWBORN OF YOUR DOOM!" A voice that did not belong to Liam, aired out of his mouth and shake the house as he tightened his grip. Liam's hand tightened until a sound of bones breaking notified him to stop— he threw the dead body of Gino aside as if

“Football is clearly not your sport. It starts in a few weeks. We are towards the end of pre-season.” Gino returned with the check and handed it to Jayce. Without even glancing at it Jayce handed him his credit card. Gino took it graciously then left, only to return all too soon for Jayce’s signature. The night had officially come to an end and as much as I wanted it to continue I knew it wouldn’t. He seemed distant and closed off, which was different compared to how open he was earlier. Before long we were walking out of the restaurant and heading back to the car.