Anthony Lockwood Novelas e Histórias

“That’s kind of why I’m thinking about it now. If we’re serious about… whatever comes next… I don’t want Penny to feel like she’s the last one being told.” I nodded. “Makes sense,” I said. “Just don’t wait too long, and don’t let Victoria hang on to that mob as a lifeboat.” He breathed out. “Yeah” Before he could spiral deeper into logistics, Anthony walked in. He looked unfairly good for someone who had once kept me awake half the night, kissing me senseless, and then still managed to look composed in the morning. He came straight to me, kissed my forehead, and muttered, “Morning, fiancée.”

Most wore severe expressions—neutral, emotionless, unbothered by the cold drama that had overtaken the city’s headlines. Until now. They knew who he was. And they weren’t expecting him. Ethan adjusted the cuffs of his charcoal suit, the platinum watch beneath his sleeve gleaming with the motion. His expression was calm—measured—but beneath the surface boiled something cold and sharp. He wasn’t here as a businessman, or a media darling. He was here for one reason only: To defend Minnie. Drew, the Chair of the Ethics Board, cleared his throat. “Mr. Lockwood,” he began cautiously, “this is an internal review meeting. We were not informed—”

he said moving his head closer to mine while I froze not having any idea why I’m uncomfortable whenever he's this close. Lucas was leaning in but froze when we heard Anthony Knocking on my door, I ignored it, Lucas decided to ignore it too, since he kept leaning closer, we both froze when my door swung open and Anthony was in front of us, he was catching his breaths seemed very pissed. "how...did you open it? I locked it I’m sure" I said can't get how he opened it!!"called your mom, she told me there's an extra key, and there you go...get out!!"He ordered Lucas who was grinning at him, I smiled at Lucas feeling satisfied that I made Anthony feel this way, I don't know why, but his reaction m

And it doesn't soothe the quiet fury at how disobedient she has become even after each punishment. "It can only be love. Thinking about Little Thing, right?" "Her name is Eleanor." "So it’s Little Thing." Anthony shrugs. He has a talent for provoking. Reacting is a waste. "You must feel bad" I look at him "with all your money, owning a precise private defense operation, and your woman was attacked without a single guard present." I take a long drag. "I'm not in the mood to be provocated, Anthony" He takes the cigar from me, inhale and pass it back.

Nothing interested me until I landed on the international news channel, where a familiar face made my finger freeze on the remote. Orion Lockwood. Even through the screen, his presence was commanding—tall, broad-shouldered, with those piercing blue eyes that hadn't changed in a thousand years. He stood at some glittering event, a stunning redhead on his arm, speaking confidently to reporters. "...attribute our success to meaningful connections we've cultivated..." His voice sent an electric current through my body, awakening memories better left buried. Memories of hands stained with blood, of being treated like a possession rather than a person, of a love so consuming it had been more like

The voices were buzzing again, low, soft, hungry. Good. They liked this. “Do you know his name?” I asked. My tone didn’t give him an option. Clinton swallowed. “Nathaniel Lockwood. He’s a nerdy student. Which makes me wonder what the fuck he was doing there, going after your brother.” I drummed my fingers against the wall. Exactly, the dude looked like a complete idiot and really incompetent. So what the fuck was he doing coming after Liam? “Maybe it was paid work?” I also thought about that.

Only to find a tall muscular man looking down at me with interest. One of his hands crossed over his chest while the other was stroking his chin as he eyed me up and down. “I heard there’s a beauty that has graced our lands. But the word beauty was an understatement. You’re gorgeous.” I raised my brow. What is happening here? He flashed me a smile and stretched out his hand. “Hi. I’m Luca Lockwood. The gamma of this pack. It’s nice to meet you.” His friendly smile made me comfortable so I smiled back and took his hand.

Vicky got up to leave, but Tyler said, "How did it go?" Harry glanced at Vicky before saying, "We've pretty much comprehended the situation. The man who took Missus Hart away was Anthony, the son of the wealthiest man globally... He started working in Yavner Group at the age of fifteen and is in charge of his family as well as the company at the moment. He might not be invincible here in Stoneford City, but he's more than capable of removing surveillance footage or hiring people to do what he wants."

Now wasn’t the time for that, and anyway, I was only interested in the woman physically, not emotionally. “Then you want to see her safe.” I continue. “Are you willing to risk your life to help her?” “I am,” he confirms, seeming to have a bit more energy. “Do you know how to pop locks?” “Of course.” Sliding forward, Anthony digs in his pocket until he finds what he is looking for, and when he pulls it out, I see that it is lockpicking pins. I could only assume that Allister didn’t think it was necessary to frisk him before throwing him in here. Way too cocky, but it was now benefiting me.

Family: Mother: Alice Black / Father: Bruce Black / Siblings: Joseph Black (Older - 32) Gregory Black (Middle - 30) Friends: Anna James (BFF since high school) John Campbell (BFF since kindergarten) Raphael Lockwood / The shark (34) Job: CEO of Lockwood Enterprise Leader of the Italian Mafia in NY Personality: Direct, Confident, Rude, Courageous, womaniser, Dangerous, Mysterious, Caring, Responsible, Focused. Looks: Middle length black hair, scruffy black beard, round shape light blue eyes, fine nose, White, athletic body (6pack), 6’8, scar on left eyebrow, scar behind left ear, scar for bullet wound on the right side on his ribs. Full sleeve tattoo on both arms and going to his chest and sh