Traction By Gino Wickman Novels & Stories

She was already making the people of the city warm up to her, so it seemed there would be no problem during her tenure as leader. A loud thud brought her out of her reverie. "I think they know we're here" Gino said, rechecking his gun for the hundredth time. Stacey didn't think they had any chance of escaping if Marco's men caught them. Sure Gino tried to appear brave and all, but she knew deep down he was scared, she liked to think she understood him more than he even knew himself. Like the way he cracked his fingers when he got nervous, and the smiles he gave that never reached his eyes when he was sad so nobody would bother about him. But she bothered anyway, she'd let him cry on her shou

Triston's Professor was very angry with him and warned him that he would fail the subject if he didn't submit it today. As Triston reached his college, he went straight to his locker. The word 'WIMP' was written across his locker in red, but he ignored it and took out his books. While he was leaving the locker room, he was pushed to the wall by Brad, his cousin's friend. Triston winced in pain but did not make any sound. Luckily, Brad saw his girlfriend, so he went after her leaving Triston alone.

I was about to leave when I heard someone called my name and a grating sound of the tricycle. "Enzo! Where are you going?" I blew a deep breath as I saw my friend named Gino, a tricycle driver in our neighborhood. "I'm going to apply for a job, brad." "Oh, I see. There's no tricycle here because the road is under construction there. You know, typical Filipino habit, repairing the repaired roads just to say that they are spending the country's money for the betterment." I laughed at his account because it is somehow true.

“Then he won’t mind if we send a message.” That’s when I saw the bolt cutters. Big ones. Red handles. Clean edges. “No,” one of the younger guys said quietly. “C’mon, G, we don’t gotta—” Gino turned on him. “You wanna cover the cost out of your cut?” The kid shut up fast. “Good,” Gino said. He turned back to me, lifting the cutters. “I’ll start with the ring finger. That way you can still flip us off after.”

Marco expected him to leave, but Gino lingered, shifting awkwardly. "What are you waiting for?" Marco asked, his patience thinning. "Well, sir…" A broad smile spread across Gino’s face. "Mr. Tristan traveled to Tokyo a while ago, and since you both met when he returned to Ashwood City recently, I wanted to know if he gave you the high-end Brioni suit he promised to get for me." Marco stared at him blankly. "He didn’t give me any Brioni suit." Gino’s smile faltered. "Oh… That’s disappointing. I lost his contact information, so I can’t reach him. Do you happen to have it?"

Trina wanted to sleep, the food had added to her exhaustion but she fought it there would be plenty of time for that later. Gino was leaning on the wall opposite their bedroom when she walked out looking impossibly young and innocent, she was wearing black jeans and a white blouse, and it made him smile to see she had tugged on a pair of fringed black cowboy boots. When she spoke though the smile fell from his lips, ‘Will you take me to the airport Gino?’ She asked looking up at him with huge sad eyes, ‘Airport Trina? Really?’ He was at a loss, if he said yes, Caleb would kill him and he heard give a little huff of exasperation,

But now that he was here, he was being ignored. "Why am I even friends with people like you two?" Gino grumbled, his face set in a look of exaggerated annoyance. Of course, he wasn’t serious. It was just his way of expressing frustration. Since the incident that had involved them in a case of theft and auction fraud, Gino had grown to admire both Regis and Xavier. When he found out Xavier was in London, he didn’t think twice about flying there to strengthen their bond. That dedication continued over the years.

When he finally spoke up, his voice sounded thick with sadness, "Prepare for Cassy's things to be sent to the Silver Dawn pack. She wants to settle in and get used to the pack before making a trip to visit you guys. She probably just doesn't want you to scare off her mate." "If the man if easily scared off then he isn't a man and I'm not certain he deserves my daughter as a mate," Derek frowned and I couldn't help but scoff. There I go again, pissing off another alpha. "No offense, but Gino is one of the best warriors I know. His brother trained him from the moment he could walk till the age of ten and then I took over. I think it's your daughter that doesn't deserve him as a mate," I snappe

I say gruffly. She breaks into laughter, the sound doing something strange to my chest. And then, to my horror, I feel my face heat up. Dammit. This woman is going to be the death of me. Gino clears his throat, snapping me back to reality. "Alright, alright. I’ll get to the point." I straighten, my expression hardening. "Then do it." He exhales, his playful demeanor vanishing. "I came to inform you that Gambino has been taken care of. According to our rules."

Then, turning to the blinking girl, he added, "Baby, you think I am funny, right?" "Yes, baby, you are hystericus," the blinking girl answered him. The girl might be beautiful, but not smart. Hank was about to correct her, but Michelle sent him a face, making him quiet. Thankfully, the waiter came with our orders, and they started to eat in silence. Hank finished his burger in two minutes, and, apparently, the topic about hockey was not finished. "Seriously, Trivino. You should play more with Gruber. He is a great player, and he is very cool also. Way better than Miller".