Red Johnson 소설 & 이야기

LEO’S POV I felt a twinge of guilt for Rachel. I thought about telling her that the article wasn’t posted by me, but after seeing today’s headline, I wasn’t sure it mattered anymore. I went back inside and dressed to meet with the shareholders. Miss Red had arranged the meeting, and I was eager to hear from John. As expected, I saw a call from him. “Did you find him?” I asked, eager to locate the doctor. “Not yet, boss. His real name isn’t Dr. Finn Rian. He changed it three years ago,” John said, raising more suspicions in my mind.

Ravens pov Man that was the hottest thing I have ever seen, not to mention the beauty of the woman in front of me, I have been around a lot of gorgeous woman in my life and even fucked a lot of them but none of them came close to this woman. She just turned around like nothing happened and sat down to put her knee high black boots on, like it was the most natural thing to happen. The same guards as before came in again and just shook their heads at the rouge, showing no signs of sympathy for the man dying on the cell floor. "Now how did we know that was going to happen" he chuckled and ordered one of the other guards to take the rouge out of the dungeon, he waited until the hallway was clear

It was a bold, almost reckless answer. It was then that Senator Johnson from Louisiana, a long-time recipient of Brian Energies’ political donations, leaned into his microphone. “Mr. Ekon, let’s speak plainly. You are asking the markets, the board, and the American public to trust the future of a cornerstone company to a man whose most notable public achievements, thus far, are a controversial marriage and a riot in a corporate lobby. Why should they?” The question was a brutal, public gut-punch, designed to humiliate. Davidson saw Victor’s lips twitch in a faint, satisfied smile.

"I’ll give you everything a wife deserves—protection, loyalty, power. But love? I can’t give you that." That’s what Nicholas Baldocchi said the night he proposed. Our marriage was never about love. It was a deal—one meant to unite two mafia dynasties and end years of bloodshed. I told myself I could survive it. After all...he was the love of my life. I dared to hope that beneath his cold exterior, there might be something real. I was wrong. Now I’m stuck in a cold, loveless marriage with a man in love with someone else and caught in the middle of a war fueled by old family secrets and deep betrayal. Maximus Vanucci is ruthless and secretive, his thirst for revenge darker than

he asked. I looked around for Lisa and she seemed so happy I didn’t want to ruin it for her. I decided to dance with the guy but I made sure I moved closer to Lisa. I didn’t really trust this guy so I wanted to be close in case he tried something. We were all having a good time dancing, I was starting to feel a little more relaxed. We all went back to the table to have another drink. By the time the night was almost over I couldn’t hardly think straight. I needed to get some air, I told Lisa to come with me but the blonde guy named Jason said he’d walk me out. When we got outside I felt a lot better, my head was starting to clear a little. Jason was talking about something I couldn’t really

But, she seems familiar with the name. "You call your boss with 'Uncle'? Won't he be angry if he hear that? Wait? Jhony? R Corp? You mean, Jhony Redorge, right? Jhony Redorge, a very famous and wealthy businessman? The largest shareholder of R Corp?" surprised Leona. "Good afternoon, Sir," "Good afternoon, Sir," Leona turned to the several employees who greeted Ethan. Really, Ethan has a good position here. Until the employee greeted him politely.

“Fuck. Fuck, shit and bollocks.” Concertinaed into the back of the Jag, my car was totalled. The Jag didn’t fare much better. I prised the driver’s door open, my palms clammy and my heart racing. In my wrecked car, Bella wailed, Harry chanted shit and bollocks and Isaac sat dazed, rubbing his neck. I walked to the side of the Jag. A giant man, no a God, definitely a God, stepped out of the expensive car. A well-fitted, high-quality suit covered his broad, muscular frame. His square shoulders were tight, his lush, soft lips pulled into a hard line. He examined the back of his car, shaking his head before locking his ice-blue eyes on me. My pussy clenched. I dug my nails into my fist, fighting

At 6’4” with 230 pounds of Ranger muscle, Johnny didn’t exactly fade into the background—which was sometimes a hassle as a member of a black ops team. Johnny was trained to work targets and assets—and he’d work around the distraction. The really pretty distraction. A red-haired vixen broke off from the group and sauntered towards him. Damn. He’d always loved a tall and shapely redhead. He preferred not to date short women. He liked to stare in a woman’s eyes when they worked up to fucking—an A****n who could give as much as she got and wasn’t afraid to get a little rough. He preferred women who weren’t afraid of his brute strength.

“Oh yeah, will you need my help with any of them?” She gave me a lazy one shoulder shrug. “Well, it includes a penis so, you’ll do.” I grinned while I watched the color heighten on her cheeks. “I think I can definitely help you there, Champ.” The smirk on her face disappeared when the buzzer went off. “You’re up soon,” she whispered, turning her gaze to mine. “Your opponent is Jackson Simpson. He is six three, twenty-eight and this is his second match. He’s no good, you’ll have him in the first round. He leans back on his leg before he strikes.”

Jhon didn’t manage to say more than this he had no issue recognising Adair and Justin and Gatlin, who don’t know him. “Are you awake now?” Justin asked, he really hates double face man like Jhon, in the army this man actually helping drug and arms dealers. “Justin, Adair, why are you doing this to me?” Jhon asked with confusion, his only deal with Alex ended years ago and now Alex is out of this country and there is no way they getting any evidence against him.