V C Andrews Landry Series Novels & Stories

He stopped behind my chair, close enough I could smell the cigarette smoke on his clothes. "Because you’re the heir, Landon." He pointed out. "The next in line for the seat. And that pretty little thing you knocked up? She’s carrying the one after that. If I want what’s mine; the presidency, the club, everything your old man stole, I gotta make sure there’s no one left to fight me for it. No heirs. No threats." "What?" "Vince took the woman I loved," Andrew said, his voice dropping to a harsh whisper. "We were going to be together. But he took her from me."

Andy turned his body a bit twisted to his side to face Leandro. "I am not sure what connections, good or bad, you have with each other but this man, whom you all seemed to call, Charles Anderson, if I am not mistaken, is Lawrence Duncan," Andy's eyebrows formed a single line as he was so confused himself. "He was also a Marine just like Leith Peters, but Lawrence Duncan was given a dishonorable discharge for doing a crime declared confidential by the higher authorities."

Before the driver could make sense of what Joshua was saying, a middle-aged man had gotten out of the RV, followed by a woman holding a baby. Charles stormed to the front of Joshua's car and knocked on the hood. "Come out!" This man was dressed in an expensive suit, and that face… Everyone in Merchant City recognized that face. This man was the president of Landry Group, Charles Landry! The color drained from the driver's face. "Mr. Lynch, we seem…to have gotten ourselves in big trouble."