Tom Lockwood 소설 & 이야기

Brooke introduced. Tom extended his hand to the man. His green eyes watched him and his golden brown hair with the stupid bleach spots laid in perfect place. He looked just like a politician. "It's nice to meet you, again," he said with a wink and smiled. And the smile is what gave it away. He was Jack. Tom pulled on his arm and encased him in a big hug. "Ah man, I seriously did not recognize you." Jack slapped his back and laughed. "You, too. Broo Kena here tells me you work guarding Torrence. I'm sure that's a fun job."

Not a small town like Ol' Mare? Tommy Lind was the king of the underworld of Woolpackton! "You've hurt my son, and now you claim you want to kill me?" At that moment, Tommy had already walked over to his son. He bent down to check on his son's injury before looking at Alexander with a murderous gaze. "Okay, then. I wanted to deal with you after the auction, but since you're so eager to die, I'll give you what you want!" Tommy yelled at the stage, "Mister Posey, I'd like to ask you for a favor. Alexander Kane must die today!"

he asked. I studied him. “You look... familiar. That’s it.” He nodded, bracing himself. “My name is Manny Holleran. I lied to your doctor. We’re not brothers. We’re friends. Have been for years. I had to say that to get access to you safely.” He leaned closer. “Your real name is Theron Lockhart. You live in New York. You survived an assassination attempt by jumping out of a plane.” The name slammed into my chest like a wrecking ball.

The world outside the Cross Empire tower was a maelstrom of rumors. Did she forgive him? Are they back together? Who is the boy? But inside Liam’s office, the silence was absolute. Liam sat at his desk, his arm still in the sling, his gaze fixed on the man sitting opposite him. James Blackwood looked uncomfortable. He was a man who dealt in secrets, in shadows, in the dirty laundry of the elite. He was not used to being summoned for a performance review.

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.

BLAKE I stared at a smiley Tom, a small frown gracing my forehead. Tom is a lot taller and muscular than I was. He was an Alpha and a warrior after all. His mismatched hair of blonde and black was neatly tied in a low bun with few strands falling on his face. When Tom was in this hairstyle, he looked a lot like his father, Alpha Jackson.

Maybe these three months hold the secret of her becoming the way she is now because my love was not that weak to break just because of a divorce. "Anything else? How about that Ryle guy?" I asked him while trying to compose myself. "Mr. Lockwood's family history is mysterious, Sir. He was registered without a father's name." My brows furrowed in annoyance. "I don't give a damn with his father. I'm asking about his bad records." I hissed. I heard him clear his throat, "Oh, he used to be a gang leader in New Yor--" "A what!?"

he whispered. Tom’s eyes widened in shock. “Are you insane? That’s impossible! The alpha’s den is heavily guarded. No one can get in there without being detected.” “I know it’s heavily guarded,” Tudd said, his voice low. “But you’re a werewolf, Tom. You have the power to transform into a wolf. You can sneak in there undetected.” Tom shook his head. “Maybe you forget that you're also a wolf, one who is as evil as lord Zack. I won’t do it; I will never risk my life for you. You want the amulet? Go fucking steal it!”

I managed to keep him busy enough to not notice but he stopped before pulling my bottoms off. “I want this, but I don’t want to rush it now that you are compliant.” His voice sounded disappointed. He left the room but before he walked out as a show of faith, he unbuckled my ankle. I rubbed at it gently and relief filled my face. I watched as he walked out. I grabbed the phone and typed in Nick’s number. I was so grateful he had not changed his passcode since we were together. “Dominic Thorn speaking.” His voice was tense and filled with stress.

“He’s not trying to come up. Not calling your name or making a scene. He’s just standing there. Watching the building.” I moved to the window before I could stop myself. There he was. Alexander Lockwood, billionaire, standing on the sidewalk across from Maya’s building like a ghost. He wore a dark coat, no umbrella, rain soaking through his hair and streaming down his face. His hands were shoved in his pockets. His eyes were fixed on the windows of Maya’s loft. Even from this distance, I could see he looked wrecked. Unshaven. Hollow-eyed. Nothing like the polished, controlled man I’d known.