Troy Otto Novels & Stories

On the brighter side I hoped he was because he could stir off Leona. "Not at all." Nick added. "Not that there's anything wrong with being gay." "Addie said no so calm down boys." Jeremy said with a chuckle, his Texas accent not going unnoticed. "I have always wanted a buckle belt and go bull riding." I said out of the blue.

He looks the least intimidating in the group, maybe because he’s the youngest. “I’m not a kid!” Eugene retaliated but Leila continued teaser him by ruffling his hair. “Hi.” Eugene greeted Chris shortly after getting away from Leila. “You’re so boring. Anyway, this is Troy, Troy Ivan. Don’t be scared at him, that’s his resting face plus he’s just shy.” Chris perfectly understood why Leila put a disclaimer for Troy. The man is well built. A man you would be scared to approach. Troy gave a small smile, “We’re sorry that we didn’t make it through the wake. We still had to finish some important business overseas.” He explained.

But I grinned, and shook his hand. “I’m Troy,” I said, still trying to figure him out. Magic, definitely. He wasn’t too tall, about five inches shorter than me so just under six feet. He had long blonde hair, obviously spent a lot of time in the sun. He had weird tribal looking tattoos that seemed interesting. He had purple eyes, which I hadn’t even known was possible. But then again, everything about this school was the impossible. “Nice pile of bricks here. I guess it’s just us so far,” he asked, looking around.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

He turned to look outside. The sun was beginning to rise just then. He had a shocked look on his face. "I can't believe it's already sunrise." When Troy started working, he just wouldn't stop. Olivia could see her teacher's shadow in him. Her teacher was devoted to medical research, whereas Troy was devoted to design. Olivia had suspected Troy before. After all, he was the only sibling who managed to escape misfortune. However, Troy was too pure, and he was passionate about design.

“Troy’s debts, including interest and penalties for late payments, come to approximately $750,000.” I swallowed hard. That was more money than I’d ever imagined dealing with, let alone paying off in one go. “And if we clear this,” I pressed, “what guarantee do we have that Troy will cooperate?” Lucciano chuckled, a low, almost menacing sound. “Guarantees? In this world, there are none. But,” he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, “Troy would owe you everything. His loyalty, his secrets—whatever you ask of him. People like him will cling to anyone offering salvation. You just need to make sure you hold the leash tightly.”

My heart leapt to see Troy, but what kind of twisted karma brought Rocco here? At least he stayed in the car whilst Troy and Jacob leapt out. Both wore red and blue lumberjack shirts and jeans. Troy looked fresh off the catwalk as usual with that long hair and green eyes. Rocco…I tried not to notice but his built arms, more muscular than I remembered, were resting on the open window of the car. His olive skin looked sumptuous against a crisp white t-shirt.

> And Ian Greco, sitting front row with his phone ready to capture whatever disaster he'd orchestrated. _*]:min-w-0"> Otto stood in the center of the ring, his normally rumpled appearance replaced by training clothes and determined expression. He looked like someone who'd spent the night convincing himself that violence was the only solution. _*]:min-w-0"> "Last chance to back out," I told him. "We can talk through this like adults instead of fighting." _*]:min-w-0"> "I tried talking. You lied. So now we fight." _*]:min-w-0">

“And it looks like she got tangled up with the Brona too. At least that worked to get the raw material cheaper. Did you see how sexy she is? That’s how she convinces any Alpha...” “Hey, keep your voice down. What if the Patriarch hears us?” “Gentlemen,” I said loudly as I stepped out of the little pantry. I watched their lewd faces with satisfaction. I might be just an Omega, but now I was Lorenzo Greco’s Omega. “M... ma’am,” the one who’d called me a whore said. “We didn’t know you were there.” “I noticed you didn’t,” I said, then glanced at the name tag on his suit. “Careful what you say, Roberto, because you can lose a lot more than your job over an offense like this.”

Erin and Troy will sometimes come into my room to do homework or study if it's really hot and we don't want to pay for the air conditioner. Sometimes we also set up Troy's projector to play a movie on my wall while we all sit on my bed. Even with the lockdown, Erin has a final next week, and with our mini heatwave this weekend, she spent most of Saturday in my room, nose in a book. I usually don't mind when Troy or Erin spend all day studying in my room. I find both of them quite cute, actually. Troy is 5'11", skinny-ripped from his martial arts, short cropped blonde hair (before quarantine, now it's a bit shaggy), and he's got a Renaissance Man streak which makes him always fun to talk to.