Novel & Cerita Troy Vandegraff

-Cherie- I don’t want to turn around because I know I’m going to crumble into little pieces in front of the man I did not want to meet so soon. But I mustered up my strength to face the absolute legend, Alpha Kai Volkov. Even in his old age, the man looks like a powerhouse. I see where Creed gets his stature from because this man is massive - I feel dwarfed just looking up at him! Wearing a black t-shirt and jeans with combat boots, he seems awfully at ease. His long blonde hair, now silver, is braided down his back, crow's feet and wrinkles marr his face but he doesn’t seem like an elderly man.

Now that I was fully healed, there was more than enough time to root the person out. "Oh, I think you'll speak, Christina," Zephyr replied. "Maybe I'll leave my buddy, Troy, here with you for a few minutes. Troy?" Troy stepped forward without speaking, his arms crossed behind him, face stoic as ever. He wasn't in his usual bodyguard suit and tie, but a tight black T-shirt, combat cargo pants, and heavy boots. He looked like danger.

Adam had his laptop open beside me and was working through them in real time, confirming each one as Nicholas described it. He gave us the location of Troy's hidden assets, three separate accounts held through intermediaries in non-pack financial institutions, totalling more than the council had estimated Troy's entire net worth to be. The council's financial investigator, when contacted, made a sound that I can only describe as professionally stunned.

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.

Drak looked at Troy. "You quit," Drak said. "Yes," Troy said. "In a message," Drak said. "After three months. In a message." "Yes," Troy said. Drak walked around the table slowly. "Do you understand what you are throwing away." "Yes," Troy said. "Your rank. Your place. Everything you have built since you were fifteen years old." Drak stopped in front of him. Those grey eyes level and still and carrying thirty years of something personal underneath them. "For a hybrid girl who sells flowers."

Troy replied shyly. "Oh, can you take me there? I need to see him, it is kind of urgent." He looked wary. "Huh-uh, Miguel gets mad anytime we disturb him." "I promise I won't tell him you took me there. I can just say I stumbled upon his office while searching for him." I told him. Tanya laughed. "It is kinda hard to deceive Miguel." "Try impossible," Troy added. "Please, it is very important."

Troy came closer to her, he bowed to her surprise. "I'm sorry for what I did, I just want to tease you because you forgot me", Troy said apologetically. "Sure", she replied short, still angry at him. "I haven't introduced myself properly haven't I? I'm Troy from New York", he said excitedly. “Inspector Vaan told me that I will work with you for a while, so that’s why I brought a desk”. "Alright, Troy from New York. How did you know about Taemin and Jae Min?", the detective asked him curiously.

Chad tried hard to hold himself back from laughing. “ yeah right. At least it was true. Listen, everything around here is a lie. Don’t believe any damn thing!” She moved closer to Chad until the side of her shoulder touched his, then she brought out a piece of paper from her bra and placed it in Chad’s palm inconspicuously. “listen, Amsterdam was a big mistake. I sold Troy to the wrong people. I sold one of the deadliest weapons in the world to the wrong people! And for what? Fifty million dollars?”

"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."

“They killed the man after all. That wasn’t right. Now the poor baby has to suffer.” “Yes.” Blaze groaned with a hand on his chest. “That poor, poor child.” “I’ll be right back,” Troy promised his friend and took off for the second time, towards the house from which he’d already taken three thousand dollars. Just as Troy got to the residence of the Stones, he saw a van he’d seen earlier in their driveway, moving away from the house. Inside the van were the six men he’d seen counting money inside the house on his first visit. Since the door to the house was locked, he didn’t have any choice but to go back to Blaze, emptyhanded. The gang leader couldn’t hide his disappointment and anger. He ca