Troy Otto Novels & Stories

"Leo, you can't go home till you take a crap. You have to eat something for that to happen." Leo snarled as KK lifted the spoon to his mouth again. "You eat it, I'll wait for Carter." KK sighed and gave up, sliding backwards in his chair. "Whatever." The door opened and a tall, athletic man stepped inside. KK instantly was on guard but then he remembered Carter had told him some one was coming. "And you are?" The man walked over, bowing his head. "Carter should have told you I was coming. I am Flynn Cottrell."

I explained. Troy grinned. “Are you sure he’ll make it back safely?” “Yes, I’m confident he’ll come looking for me because without me, he won’t be able to execute his plans smoothly,” I replied. “Well, that’s a good belief,” Troy nodded and stood up. “Where are you going?” I asked, puzzled. “I don’t know, maybe looking for some edible fruits. I don’t want to starve while waiting for that idiot Jake to fish. Listen, he’s been fishing for three times and only caught one small tilapia,” Troy complained.

It had taken me long enough to get past her suspicions the first time. "Rainer Maxwell, good to see you," a voice boomed. I turned around and had my hand crushed in a vice-like shake. "Otto. I didn't expect to see you here," I said. The former Hyperion head of security clapped me on the shoulder and finally released my aching hand. "I could say the same about you." "I'm just wondering how Tasha got Stan Eastman to set up shop in Oakland," I said. Otto chuckled.

What am I doing here? Questions flooded my mind with no answers. Where is Felix? Where’s Barbra? Where is the rest of the Wade family? “Mia? Hey… what’s going on?” Troy asked gently, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. “You seem confused. Is something wrong?” I looked at him, still stunned. The last time I saw Troy was in 2012. But this is 2020. How is he even here? Back then, he left for the United States to study Business Administration. His father had insisted he take over the LeVert Empire one day.

“You had the opportunity and what did you do? You tried to blackmail her for money. Like the small-minded worm you are.” “I’m sorry!” Troy tried to curl into a ball, but his broken ribs made him cry out. “I don’t know how her rich boyfriend found out. I was careful, I swear!” “Careful?” I laughed. “You weren’t careful at all. You underestimated Gavin Cross. You thought because you had a video, you had power. But you don’t understand power, Troy. You never did.” “Give me one more chance,” he begged, actually crying now. “Please. I’ll get what you need. I’ll do exactly what you say. I’ll… ”

He smiled dryly. “Oh really ?” I asked “I moved away from Europe for a fresh start, to start my business from her and then Jordie decided I came over since I rarely came to America, so from the hotel to your place, and I enjoyed every moment.” “Oh my gods”I slapped my hands on my head. “ Don't tell me I just made the CEO of Titans Tech wash the dishes.” Troy chuckled, his shoulders shaking slightly as he looked down at the ground. When he glanced back up, there was a playful glint in his eyes. “Well, I didn’t exactly advertise my job title, did I? Besides, you seemed more focused on getting those dishes spotless.”

Let me keep a hand on his back, didn't pull away when I pressed a kiss to his temple. Progress. Real, tangible progress with an omega who'd spent the last five years running from anything that looked like intimacy or trust. Troy had been merciless, of course. The second we'd walked in, he'd taken one look at us—at Lake's carefully neutral expression and the slight hitch in his walk, at the fresh marks on his neck that hadn't been there at breakfast—and his grin had gone absolutely feral. "Well, well, well," he'd drawled, crossing the room with exaggerated casualness. "Look who finally decided to rejoin the land of the living. Have a nice... conversation?"

Troy was doing a Lycan thing again - a thing I did not understand. “Now me, personally, I have no right to take the moral high ground. I’m a sinner through and through, but I don’t pretend to be anything else,” he said. “I’m sure you had a good reason for murdering all those people, but your babies...I don’t keep company with child killers.” “Wha’ did yah say? I’m not…who do yah tink yeh are?” “I think I’m a better person than you,” Troy said softly. “Which is rare…I’m usually the worst person in the room.”

" Sober I'd say. I was surprised when I saw Timothy still hale and healthy. I heard he was shot but konstantin has called upon for him a doctor. I don't know the deal but I think konstantin means no harm this Time " " That smart Sly psychopath! " Maximo exclaimed weakly " Don't you know what he's trying to achieve with his pretentious acts? He's trying to get iris to himself of course. I wouldn't be falling for his pretentious attitude anymore. He got me with it once when he makes me believe he meant no harm , only to loose my best friend in the crossfire "

"Where is he? Aaron? Did you—" "No. Aaron is fine. He's alive, and well. I promise you that." "How can I believe a single word you say?" "You have to. You have to trust me right now. You can hate me later. Maeve is in—" "Danger? What the actual f*ck, Aar… What the hell is your real name? Who are you!" "My name is Troy." "Your last name?" "Black. Troy Black.." "What pack are you from?" "I don't have a pack."