Tucker Albrizzi Big Time Rush Novels & Stories

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Another thing that was difficult and prolonged at the time: my dick, having been in close contact with my best friend's sister. Violence was sex's ugly relative, the Sweet'N Low to its unsoiled, clean sugar. But it'd have to do for now. I pushed open the door to the Alchemist, slipping into the noisy, blacked-out room. I could see Tucker behind the bar. He hadn't really changed, aside from getting more ripped and having some stubble. He was shaking neon-colored cocktails and flirting like a demon with two long-limbed customers. I occupied the corner of the room, ordered a Peroni, and waited, watching him closely. Patience, suddenly I had. Bloodthirst as well.

Alarick adds, making me feel disgusted. "I wouldn't doubt it. She's as nasty as they get." I say, looking away in disgust, fisting my hands. "And to think Abbie returned just in time to see her poor big sis go down. Too bad, Hunter. I think Tara truly has the hots for you." Brandon taunts me, making me growl. "Fuck no, dude. I think I just puked in my mouth a little." I say, making alpha Blake and Tyler chuckle.

She examined the caption of a few photographs that must have been snapped when they had briefly associating at the bar. “Talon Ruiz, prevalent extremely rich person and part-time humanitarian, was spotted at a later lunch meeting with single and prepared to blend sensation Cassie Burch,” it examined. “Is he honest in his attestations that they aren’t an thing? Judging by the see on his confront, they are either getting down and messy or are almost to in the janitor's closet.”

he said flatly, lifting a glass of whiskey to his mouth. Ice clinked as his fingers shifted. I couldn’t help noticing the small, bleeding cuts across his knuckles... and remembering what that man’s face looked like afterward. Goddess, Lorenzo was a sexy brute. “That’s me… Victoria Bian… Greco” I answered, standing there like I was in an interview. “About last night…” “The first time, you didn’t think the Greco family was worthy. You were too ‘precious,’” he cut in coldly, one dark brow lifting.

As soon as Alice heard more information about their dad’s plan, she would tell everything to Alena. “He actually made a shortlist and at the top of the list is someone named Tristan Jake Woods. They call him TJ. Seems like a good man but scarred. Literally. He’d been in a vehicular accident right out of college. He’s got some issues with women, apparently. Gold diggers, the usual. And his scars seem to cause him a certain level of insecurity. Other than that, he’s quite the successful businessman. Almost at par with the likes of Christan Taylor.” Alice rattled off from her notes.