Urban Wyatt Novels & Stories

Serene suggested. Wyatt left Serene's house, feeling enlightened by the new perspective. After parking his car, he swiftly entered the building. Inside, he beckoned Dimitry and Misty, and soon, Hazel joined them. Wyatt noticed the atmosphere was tense. Drawing close to Misty, he spoke quietly but firmly, "I'll give your brother a chance to live. But only if I find out he's being manipulated. Otherwise, you won't see him again." His gaze then shifted towards Dimitry, reaffirming a commitment made long ago.

I ask her and from the look she's giving me right you'll think I ask her how to murder the whole world, putting my hands “ Okay, okay calm down, I'll have a talk with him” Laughter coming from Amber caught my attention “ What?, Do you think I'm not capable of that?” “ Oh sweetie you are capable of a lot of things but when it comes to relationships you are out of luck” She patted my shoulder like a little kid. I was about to give her peace of mind when the office door was pushed open and one of the twins walked in, for the past couple of months I'd been trying to figure out which one was who by their scents, by their clothes but nothing except when they talk about their work. I looked down at

Wyatt tells Dash, and he nods, giving him a thumbs up. “Don’t get killed,” Wyatt says as he looks at all of us before he turns on his heels, walking to the black SUV waiting for him. This is going to be our biggest operation. We have never done anything as big as this, and if we pull this off, we will show everyone we are fucking amazing.

And Wyatt had a pack to protect. Wyatt quickly pulled on his clothes. Jeans, and a black shirt with the pack emblem on the chest. He shoved his boots on, pulling the pants of his jeans over the top before walking into the kitchen. He wasn't hungry, today he will just grab his coffee before walking out the door. At the packhouse, he gathered his top patrol lieutenants—Drake, Amber, Josh, and Ray— around the long conference table. A map of the territory glowed on the wall behind him.

Wyatt noticed the change in her expression but didn't press the issue, instead he smiled, "I see. I'll pick you up before dinner, OK?" "That would be great." Harper sounded excited, but her smile didn't really reach her eyes. _____ Wyatt entered the conference room and took off his jacket. Brent and Steven were waiting for him. "You can start now. I want to know what you think, both of you. I am thinking about how quickly we can get the bears out of King City. Of course, my bottomless brother will be gone with the bears." There was a lazy tone in Wyatt's voice. He appeared careless. Steven knew it was Wyatt's preparatory move before he took care of something important.

His superior was one of his greatest sources of support for many years, and the main reason Wyatt was allowed to do whatever he wanted around here. More importantly, all his superior had to do was just show himself, and these wretched townsfolk would scatter like mice. Wilbur and the rest would be arrested, and everything would be over. All Wyatt had to do then was pay half of the 50 million dollars to the higher-ups above him, and the entire thing would be kept under wraps. Just then, a young man in uniform emerged from one of the Audis and walked over. At the same time, a tall, handsome female Special Forces officer walked up to the young man and greeted him, before the both of them headed

She believed that she should have heard about Doris somewhere. “The thing about Anderson is that he is never content,” she went on. “He keeps on channeling his effort and time into the wrong things instead of actually focusing on his business. A while back when Nate was in college, Wyatt needed someone to run his dirty errands. Wonder group had a package coming into the country and Wyatt wanted to sabotage it. He wanted to replace the original products with fake ones. As usual, he threatened Nate that he was going to release information about his father to his press. Nate decided to carry out the mission but he tricked Wyatt.

"I swear to you, Nate. She's safe with me. I won't let anything happen to her." "You better not." Another pause. "You could walk away from this, you know. You don't need the money. Don't need the job. You're doing this because… because you're bored, you needed something to do and you're good." Wyatt leaned against the counter, thinking about that. Nate was right, he didn't need the money. His parents had left him well provided for. The investment firm ran itself with competent managers. One day he would settle down and take over the family business, but for now he was doing something that was important to him and he was good at.

Shawn chuckled and asked, "Why do you look so old?" Wyatt Cross was a long time friend of Shawn. They served in the army together but Wyatt got injured and had to retire early. He started up the pub with his father-in-law who died a few years later and it seemed that even after ten years the pub was up and running. Wyatt let Shawn in and they sat inside the pub with two jugs of beer. Shawn looked at Wyatt and said, "It's been about two months now." Wyatt sighed relieved and said, "We should celebrate your release, how about I round up all the men?"

Chief Wyatt let out a cold laugh and shouted into the phone, "Old geezer, all you can do is repeat yourself. You say you're a security advisor? Fine, bring in the higher-ups then. "Stop hiding behind a phone, putting on an act. This city belongs to the Wyatts! No matter how much power you think you have, your reach doesn't extend into my turf." Mr. Ferrell's tone shifted. "Larry, I'm giving you five minutes."