Watch Men Novels & Stories

Do you think you can just push me around because I'm a decent guy? "Who could possibly be more certain of who they belong to than I, their mother?" "Oh, really? There you go again. But have you ever thought about those nights you stayed out? What if protection failed while you were fooling around with those men? "What if something happened while you were asleep, intoxicated, or who knows what else? Were you really that alert all the time? Can you honestly say you know exactly what happened every time?" "Joseph, shut the hell up! All that comes out of your mouth is filth. You—"

Vincent wanted me to spare him? Who did he think he was? I stared at the ridiculous question on the screen and sent him the address of a cafe. Half an hour later, I watched the man I had loved for five years appear before me. He looked like a stray dog, his appearance haggard and worn. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, his stubble was unshaven, and his entire being radiated the dejection of someone who had reached the end of his rope.

Poking at my buttons and he was doing just fine because my temper was rising. “Interested or not, I swear I’ll—” “Do what? Hit me again? I appreciate your sudden interest in my dick but I think I'd rather have those red lips of yours on it.” That was it. I raised my fist, ready to punch that smug face of his. And then— Ping! The elevator doors slid open. I froze mid-swing, my fist still hovering in the air. Standing outside were two men in suits and a woman with her hair pulled back.

, Jessie said. I sighed and took a deep breath and, and then opened the door. There were 4 men sitting on the couch in the living room laughing and talking, all of them dressed in a black suit. They all seemed to pause as I walked in. They were staring at me, with a look of shock on their faces. I took the opportunity to study them all. They looked, honestly very very hot. More than the last time I saw them. "Blu?", one of them called breaking the silence.

Daniel’s instruction was to let him wait, to let the cameras drink in his alone-ness, his vulnerability. I watched him pull out his phone, checking for a signal. He was worried. He was thinking about Maya. He was everything Daniel said he wasn’t—a good man in a bad situation. And I had led him here. On a small monitor beside me, a different scene played out. It was a live news broadcast. A polished studio. And there, sitting calmly behind a desk, was Daniel. He wore a perfectly tailored suit. He looked directly into the camera, his expression one of pained sincerity.

— Elsewhere… Rena pressed a blood-soaked rag to her shoulder and grinned into the darkness. “Phase One complete,” she whispered. A man stepped from the shadows. Tall. Cold. Don Vincente. He handed her a folder. “Then let’s ruin them both.” — 06:43 A.M. The video in high definition burned through their eyes. Cain stood frozen in front of the flat-screen, jaw tight, arms folded. Saxon was on the couch behind him, shirtless, lips parted, watching himself on the screen with wide, stunned eyes. The video played on loop.

Mena Ok calm down it isn’t what you think a few months ago the man that was in the warehouse and another man rapped me I didn’t tell anyone other than Tory then one day we were out and caught him about to rape someone else we just reacted and once we did it went kinda left wait back up what do you mean he rapped you why didn’t you tell anyone are you ok now I’m glad I was the one that killed him no one hurts my baby sis I’ll always have your back but why did Tory get involved Milo But why did Tory get involved and for the first time I looked at her beautiful as ever and my heart skipped a beat now it was her turn to explain why she put my sister in more danger rather than let one of us know

They weren't stupid enough not to have some kind of security around here. A few minutes passed and the door flew open. The two men we had waited to show their ugly faces had arrived! They were in their sweatpants and loafers with no tops in. I swallowed, fearing the worst we would have to get the girls tested for STDs and STIs once we got home. They looked at us. “Not what you both expected. “You..you're alive.” “No shit Sherlock we want our women back.” They both laughed. There's no way in hell we're giving them back they're with too much to us right now.”

“You gonna tell me what happened, kiddo?” “Maybe someday, Dad,” she admitted. “Maybe someday when it doesn’t hurt so much.” “Fair enough, honey. Just know you can always talk to me.” “I know,” she’d squeezed his hand. “I know, Daddy.” “There’s one thing I feel like you need to know, Sarah.” “What?” Marty hesitated, then looked into her eyes. “I talked to Patrick Fresco yesterday. Tim’s unit deployed to Afghanistan last week.” *** “Are we having fun yet?” Dack called down to Tim from the gunner’s turret as they rode.

Who was this stupid person ready to ruin my day for me? I glanced up, only to see a couple of men dressed in all black and eyeglasses. They appeared like bodyguards standing in front of me. Man, they were wrapped up in baggy black suits like those weird Balenciaga clothes on them. Their scary expression was nerve shaking and by their scents. I could tell they were alphas and betas, werewolves from a powerful clan. Who were they? I looked behind me. Were they escorting someone wealthy or something?