Connor Macmanus 소설 & 이야기

I braced my body for his physical impact, but his hands never actually touched me. Before Caleb could close the distance between us, a very tall, broad-shouldered man stepped directly between us and completely blocked Caleb’s path. I immediately recognized the dark hair and the massive physical build of Connor Blake, the highly respected captain of the college ice hockey team. Connor stood completely still, displaying a calm but incredibly dangerous presence that made Caleb freeze instantly in his tracks. "Is there a specific reason why you are harassing my girlfriend on the public sidewalk, Mercer?" Connor asked, his voice sounding incredibly cold and entirely steady.

Connor the con was already enough competition. *****************************************

"I'm about to commit career suicide, so pay attention." She pulled up recordings. Connor's voice filled the room—his conversation from the warehouse, admitting to manipulation, to using Sierra, to planning Duke's destruction. "Son of a bitch," Murphy breathed. "There's more." Sierra switched files. Financial records. Shell companies. Money trails. "Connor Reynolds doesn't legally exist. The man calling himself Connor is actually Marcus Keane, a con artist with warrants in three states. He read about Robert Reynolds' disappearance years ago, did his research, and became Connor."

Ever. Thick eyebrows and unruly lashes framed his chocolate brown eyes, which twinkled with amusement as he looked down at me – because yet again, they were all freaking massive, and my 5’9” height was small compared to them. His dark hair was cut low, close to his scalp, and his high cheekbones and square chin were covered in the stubble of a neatly trimmed, full beard. I wondered if it would tickle or irritate my skin as it rasped against me? His skin was a lovely shade of reddish-brown—burnt cinnamon—and altogether beautiful. He seemed like he didn’t want to be touched when we first met, but skin like that just didn’t go untouched. Wide shoulders and a broad chest strained against the t-s

It's from Meg. 16:52 From: Megan McCartney *Niels came by here and asked me a discreet questionnaire about you. With a strange focus on your current relationship status. I allowed myself to say that you're "available" haha. (In a more discreet way, of course.) Sorry, but I was tempted to give him your number. You won't kill me, will you? Megan McCartney, Assistant in Finance at Ryan Enterprises.* Is she crazy? Damn it. Using the work email. I grab my phone after deleting the email and shutting down the computer.

There was a blank vacant stare in his eyes that just told him that this man had practically lived all his life in sadness and guilt and he had a feeling of what it was. "Okay, I don't think any introduction is required. Orlando, this is Russo and this is my boss, Connor. You must have seen him on t.v and in other places." Hans said. The big man only nodded and in that moment, Connor could have given anything to hear his voice. There was no need to sit since what they came to say was urgent and immediate. "Orlando, my name is Connor and I'm sure Hans must have briefed you but I need to save my son from Michael and I need your help." Connor said.

Selena exclaimed in the and leaned back on the couch in frustration. On the other hand, Diana was done bandaging Connor. He thanked her with a sweet smile and she just nodded at him with a soft smile. "Ok, here's the sketch." Colton said and passed a file with a sketch to him. Everyone looked at Connor to see if he could recognise the man or not. Connor looked at the sketch with widened eyes. "Oh, God! It's the same man! He was wearing this same cap and mask to hide his face! It's the same man!" Connor confirmed in shock.

My new sense of happiness was short-lived when the six feet three man-pretty strong for a man who looked like he was nearing his fifties-walked hand in hand with the woman I would assume to be his wife and a skinny trembling doctor behind them. The man skimmed me over like he was trying to figure me out, I stared back giving back the same ambiance he gave me. “Chief, Connor. Connor, Alessandro ‘Flames’ Petrakis” Flames’ palm landed on my shoulder, “Glad to see you kid. Jason wasn’t kidding when he said you took after your mother. Same fucking eyes but with the same scowl Callan wore like a badge” The people behind me laughed. Laughing with a broken heart was shit I couldn’t manage.

I hope that tomorrow is a little more relaxing! When I woke up in the morning it was an empty place beside me. I must say I was a little disappointed to wake up alone. Although I really don't have to guess where he is. With his cousin being in town I know they are probably in another meeting. I found out that Connor runs the Irish mob and is currently in a war with Brent. You see he doesn't make friends anywhere at all. He kidnapped one of Connor's men and the man's family. As if that was bad enough he executed them all including the family dog. So now I can understand why Connor is out for blood! Enough sad thoughts for one day I need to find Robyn so we can talk and I can see the baby!

Now, if I have not known him for as long as my Demon years, I would, at this point, have slapped that charm right off his face. So after his elegant entrance, I can see by his relaxed calmness that every single Ripper has met their fate. Still captivated by this god of a man, my beloved whispers under very shaky breaths. "Who are you?" After being satisfied that he is still very much a charm around the ladies, he hands Mirabelle over to me. "The name is Connor from the Crimson Shadow Pack."