Romans & histoires Darryl

Donny chuckled. He has thick long brown hair that he ties back in a low ponytail, kind chocolate colored eyes, and thick lips. He was the security guard slash bouncer and would tackle and subdue the guys who would cause problems. He was also really funny and would make food for us sometimes. I don’t eat when I’m on the clock and the girls don’t either. I thought it was very thoughtful of him. It was hard to believe he wasn’t a werewolf because of his build. Despite being so big, he was a gentle giant and was the nicest person I’ve met since Gabe and I arrived.

“That’s how you got to know Donatello?” “Yes, and no” I said, shaking my head “Donatello and I were classmates at school. The two of us were even good friends. He knew about the abuse my dad inflicted on my mom, and eventually, one day, I asked for his help. He didn’t kill dad, the man is still alive as a rogue, but that doesn’t mean that he didn’t hurt him. Eventually, mom met Vitaly and married him; however, I know for fact that the scars he left are still too great to heal”

He yelled the last three words making Thompson flinch slightly. “He’s a fucking ghost Ed, no N.I. number, no car, no registered address, nothing, even Langspear comes back to a post office box which is never used, I got one of our boys at the post office to check it out. If Adair had told us about his meeting with him we could have followed him that day but as it is, all we know is he has a Highland accent, not much to go on.” he admitted.

No, I was the overachieving eighteen-year-old trying to pull off being the personal assistant to one of the biggest dickheads in the history of dickheads. My dad truly did have everything planned out for the day of my interview. He paid every person attending to leave, which left me as the only option to be chosen. Gunnar wasn't all too happy with that. My interview went to shit as well. It was one thing practicing in front of my father and a completely different thing when in front of Gunnar Astor. He wasn't only a brooding, arrogant, billionaire CEO but he was also handsome to the point he could probably be a God.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

But the others do. I recognise Dylan first. He sat to the right of Jax, no traces of humour or playfulness detected. His eyes were cold, distant, and profound. I almost don't recognise him. Next to him is a man drenched in tattoos, eyes completely black, and I knew what he was. Demon.